I left my heart in Charleston. My son officially started his college career. And he has chosen the path less traveled. He is attending a military college, playing football, and participating in ROTC. Plus he will have a rigorous ...
Solo parenting can be rough. In our marriage, I was always the primary parent. Jeff worked a lot, and I was mostly a stay-at-home parent over the years. So, I am used to parenting falling mostly on my shoulders, but ...
I am no longer new at this “new normal” thing. I’ve been a widow for over a dozen years now. There have been so many life stages experienced, raising 3 kids during these years. When Gary died, the kids were ...
You would never think that grief and humor go together. But sometimes they do. It’s been ten years since my husband died. My daughters, who were so young back then, have grown into beautiful young adults. The three of us ...
One unexpected facet of grief that I didn't know that I would experience was how our pets must've felt after my husband's sudden death. I am sure many might say that pets aren't something one should be worrying about in ...
In two weeks, my son will leave for college. And he is not going to a traditional university. Instead, he’s going to a military college to play football. And the knowledge that I will have extremely limited communication with him ...
In a previous season of This is Us, a powerful show about the long-term, winding, intertwined storylines of an American family, Rebecca Pearson, the perennial widowed matriarch is helping deliver her first grandchild on the floor of her son’s home. ...
I was talking the other day to an old friend of mine about our lives and how different they turned out to be from what we imagined 45 years ago. Yes, I’ve known this particular friend since my undergraduate days ...
This week begins what I refer to as our six weeks of grief hell. Sunday is Mother's Day. Friday is Steven’s 18th birthday. Thursday the 19th is Steven’s high school graduation. Tuesday June 7th would have been Jared’s 45th ...
I celebrated our 2nd Easter without my husband this year. While this year was drastically different than our first one, I decided to add a step to the holiday grief cycle—Juggling. Being widowed during the holidays is a juggling act. ...