This past Tuesday was our 25th wedding anniversary and I celebrated alone, sitting under the windchimes in my gazebo. A small portion of Rick’s ashes are in the chimes, so I always feel like he’s with me when I sit ...
The impact of Rick’s death has lessened as the years go by. That’s only natural. I've always been a firm believer that time really does heal all wounds, although not as quickly as we would like (and I definitely formed ...
It's pretty evident if you have read any of my blogs that I have been processing anger toward my late husband, Bret. It wasn't always that way, however. In the early days and months after his tragic self-imposed death, I ...
Becoming a widow at the age of 43 changed my life forever. I was now faced with being alone in this world without the man that I waited and prayed for. I prayed for someone who was gentle, loving, kind, ...
On this day, sixteen years ago, sitting about three miles from where I am now, I logged into MySpace and my world forever changed. This was the day that some guy in California, who had friended me a few days ...
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 ...
“Do you regret it?” An ex-girlfriend asked me while we lounged shoulder to shoulder on her couch. A Dungeons and Dragons podcast playing in the background. We were eating junk food and for a split second, I thought she was ...
When you have experienced true love, you will hold onto it at all costs. When it’s gone- you may struggle to find meaning to life. That’s the stage I find myself in over the past few years. As a widow, ...
When my late husband died, my world shattered. Life as I knew it came to a screeching halt. I had to redefine myself. Figure out who I was as a widowed, solo mom. And finding my new place ...
Grief knows no bounds. It can be triggered when you least expect it, although most triggers are obvious and predictable. After Rick's death, I knew going into a diner, Home Depot, or Costo would be painful. I knew vacationing without ...