My late husband died almost 8 years ago. And in those eight years, whenever there’s something going on, I find myself stopping to talk to him. Oftentimes I will say Jared, we need to chat. And I truly believe ...
Author Joan Didion died in December. I’ve always enjoyed her writing, but I owe her a special debt of gratitude for her memoir, The Year of Magical Thinking. In it, she described the grief and pain following the death of ...
I had an opportunity recently to learn a valuable lesson I hope to remind myself again and again throughout the year. Setting the scene This past week I was locked out of my car in the late afternoon on a ...
The other day I was chatting with someone I had not seen in many, many years, since my husband’s funeral in 2015. In attempting to catch up on years of experiences gone by, I had to quickly determine what version ...
* A Holiday Post * Confession : I’m not very good at sending Holiday cards… Over the last few years, my list has gotten smaller and smaller, and even those few are lucky to get them before New ...
In reflecting during the start of the holiday season, I realized for many widows (including myself) it’s a hard, lonely time while desperately attempting to hold onto past hopes and future dreams. Holidays bring up many traditions, some lost ...
Hey Kiddo! Grief sucks and it is a thing I wish none of us have to go through. Throughout the years I have gotten to know Death and Grieving like an old family acquaintance and these are 10 things I ...
A lamentation is an expression of sorrowing, mourning, or regret. This blog is full of lamentations from widows. But it is also full of hope, hence the name “Hope for Widows”. I recently read a blog post about venting. ...
Battling my Demons I started to write this post earlier in the week then today as I was driving with my dad, I decided that there needed to be more of the truth behind this story. Battling my demons is ...
“Maybe I shouldn’t write for other widows as my audience.” “Why not?” “Because my narrative isn’t about missing my husband and the tender moments we shared in the end. I feel like an atypical widow that way. ...