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, ...
A young man asked if I was married. This is a typical question I get when I have conversations with strangers or people who don’t know my story. Often times it's women or older people. They see me without a ...
The holiday season is officially upon us. And the holidays are such a hard time of year. Especially for widows. During this time of year, I always miss Jared even more. I wish he was here to go to the ...
