Easter is upon us, and as with all holidays, I am struggling a bit more than usual. It’s like the ache that is always there, just under the surface of everything, bubbles up to the top. The hurt becomes a ...
Someone last week commented about how they want to handle the rough patch they are going through as I did. You still have a smile on your face and find a way to laugh. What they do not know is ...
In honor of National Poetry Month, I decided to make my first post of the month something poetry related. I have been writing poems since I first learned how to rhyme as a child. (Thanks Electric Company!) I was also ...
This is the first blog I’ve written in 7 months. Reason being is that this past year has been hard. In fact, it’s been hardest year I’ve ever had. And that includes the year Seth died. It’s been a hard ...
I am not the same person I was before Jared died. I am not the same person I was the day he died. I am not the same person I was 6 months ago. I feel like a mosaic. ...
This treacherous pilgrimage between my old life and my future often amplifies the depth of alone. Sometimes I find myself drifting on wreckage all alone in the middle of an ocean with no land in sight. Sometimes it feels like ...
The last 7.5 years have been a journey for me. A journey into grief. A journey of survival. A journey about living. And on this journey of widowhood there has been much to learn. I have learned that I'm ...
Solo Parent? “I can’t imagine what it will be like to be a single parent.” A friend said this to me at lunch only a few weeks after my husband died suddenly from a heart attack. I think I just ...
Say Their Name. Remember. Honor. Amanda: Does walking today make you sad Me: No. Amanda: Jay has been having a hard time with it. Jay is my nephew Matt was the first major death that he has experienced. And while ...
Today I celebrate and honour my fur baby on his 8th birthday. Can you imagine surviving death without their unconditional support? I cannot. Welcome Audi Audi came into my life weeks after the unexpected death of my hubby. At the ...