I'll never forget the first time I woke up with a nasty cold brewing after Bret's death. My daughter and I were living with my parents and while it was nice to have them there, they didn't exactly do all ...
A part of me surely died the same day as my late husband. Most widows would probably say the same thing. When you spend so much time wrapping your life around someone else, it takes a while to unravel yourself ...
When someone we love leaves this mortal coil, people are quick to assure us that they are still with us. I honestly always believed that too, based on my own experiences with departed relatives. I have had so many lovely ...
Everything falls on our shoulders when we are widowed which means spoiling ourselves a little should as well. Or at the absolute bare minimum, self-care must become a huge priority in our lives. I have always been someone who has ...
I am not exactly known for being uber-festive, but those first few "holidaze" (as I like to call them) after being admitted to the Widow Club were not the easiest of days. Over the years though, they have gotten better. ...
He was right. When you put one foot in front of the other, after your husband died, it may have taken awhile, but did you - at any point - begin to run? Or just jog, maybe, but still clearly ...
In just barely over three short months, I will have been widowed for five years. Some days it feels like it's been decades and that I really and truly know how to make it without a partner. Other days, I'm ...
“I am benefitting today from Yesterday’s work” What normally seems like a true statement caused me to question its validity in all situations. Let me explain. On a normal Saturday day of cleaning, I discovered an old folder full of ...
I've struggled with being angry at my late husband for some time now. I forgave him right away for his decision to leave this life. I loved him in ways that I didn't think existed in the real world and ...
It may be a tired old cliche, but there is some truth to it: You can never go home again. Following my late husband's death, trying to desperately connect with his memory, I considered relocating back to one of the ...