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 ...
Four Years and Counting I became a widow four years and 61 days ago. But who's counting? You are and I am. Oh please, I know you are. Every time I say his name or talk about him, I see ...
Today, self-care has become a part of my routine, but it did not start out that way. It has now been three years since my husband died. For me, my first year as a widow was full of numbness. The ...
Sunday will be 4 years since my husband died. 4 years. 48 months. 1460 days. If you had asked me 4 years ago where I would be today, I would not have been able to give you ...
After Nate died, I was told so many times that the first year would be the worst because of all the “firsts” I would have to go through without him. In the back of my mind, I knew this would ...
Being a widow can really suck. Watching your husband die sucks Telling your child their dad died and is never coming home sucks. Having to move forward because their is no other option sucks. Death sucks. And it sucks ...
My son started high school today. My little baby is now a high school freshman. I’m not exactly sure how that happened. I swear just yesterday I was rocking him to sleep. And how he’s playing on his high school ...
Behind my Eyes When I was new to grieving, I used to call my mother a lot to get advice, confirmation that I wasn’t losing my mind or just to talk. She is a widow too. My ...
The day I heard that my partners body had been found, my emotions for him paused and I remained stuck in a world of guilt for many years. Guilt because I was still living, and my life was still moving ...
