Browsing one of my online support groups the other day, I saw the post. The one the new widow makes, where everything is fresh and brand new. We are able to articulate and write things out (I don't know how), ...
I'm still a widow and will always be one. Even if I remarry, it will not erase the fact that I had once been widowed. It's been so long now, though, that I don't even "feel" like a widow anymore ...
People still get taken aback when I tell them that my husband took his own life. I work in the hospitality industry, and people like to talk. They like to chit-chat and ask questions. When they get to the part ...
The doctor told me the stone measured almost one centimeter in diameter. I sat there as tears slipped quietly down my face. I didn’t cry or wail or sob or bawl or howl or whimper or dissolve into hysterics. He ...
When you lose your spouse, the world doesn’t stop but it certainly feels like it should. The sun still rises. People still go to work. Places around you still fill with laughter. But inside, everything feels different. Your life has quietly split into two ...
I’ve been on this journey long enough to know that time does not heal this kind of grief. Things become softer, not as raw as in the beginning, but missing him and our life together continues even as I move ...
I came across a post I'd shared on Facebook on this day, just shy of three months after Bret left this life. Things still felt surreal as I clung to the remnants of what had been. We'd been together nearly ...
The Legend of the Dogwood According to an old and cherished Easter legend, the dogwood tree was once very different. It grew tall, strong, and straight — its wood firm and sturdy, prized for building. Some say it was ...
There is no timeline for grief; we grieve for as long as we need. My timeline, however, has a new update: I am no longer in any kind of active grief. I think I've been here for a while now, ...