The Ring “You still wear your wedding ring”? Yes, that’s a question I was asked recently by someone. I wanted to say (don’t you see it on my ring finger?) But instead I took a breath smiled then politely said ...
At 28 years old I was widowed, and at 32 I remarried. If I had a dime for every person who told me I would "rebound" back in my first year of widowhood, I would be able to pay off ...
Thanksgiving is a time of so many great memories. So many Thanksgiving adventures for me to look back on and smile. We have never been a traditional Thanksgiving kind of family. For us, Thanksgiving equals travel. Adventure. Exploring ...
Dear One, I'm been almost fourteen years since my husband's death and Thanksgiving still drains me. It's improved though. Where some wounding was more pronounced and somewhat of a surprise, other things that threatened to rip me apart, no longer ...
The first holiday season without my husband was a bit of a train wreck. It all began with Halloween - my first major holiday as a widow. I remember walking into a craft store and being horrified by the display ...
Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. Five stages meant to encompass the entire, painful roller coaster known as grief. I remember learning about these stages in college, memorizing the Kubler-Ross diagram in order to pass a test. I had no idea ...
When Jared died, I counted the months he had been gone. I hated the 16th of every month. And if the 16th happened to be a Tuesday, it was a double whammy. Then at the end of October 2016, I ...
Last year I worked at an elementary school as a paraeducator to see if I wanted to go into teaching. By the end of the school year, I was happy with everything I had learned that brought me closer to ...
There is a man that loves me unconditionally…and he isn’t my husband. There is a man that adores my son…and he isn’t his biological father. There is a man that holds our hand without hesitation through the good, bad, ...