I will never forget the first time I saw my dad cry. I was nine years old, and my great-uncle passed away. Here the strongest man I knew, the rock of my life, sat in his chair, staring out ...
I am a workaholic and would rather be at home alone than go out. To move on and start dating I am trying online dating. And it has not worked in my favor yet. When I first got this brilliant ...
The below creative nonfiction piece was recently published in Heartspace II: Real Life Stories on Loss and Renewal, an anthology collection edited by Cathy Brooks Edwards. This is second book in the Heartspace series and states that it is “an ...
New Year same grieving Widow. As I sat alone in my house nursing my spiked eggnog watching a romance movie that ended up not being the happy ending type of movie and bawling my eyes out as I felt for ...
Christmas morning, I wake up in my house alone. Just the cat and the dog are with me. A strange feeling passes over me. One of longing. Christmas has not felt like it used to since 2020. Yesterday I was ...
The holidays are always a difficult time. I feel the loss of my late husband so much deeper this time of year. It doesn't matter how many years it's been since he died, I always wish he could be here ...
In the darkness was the woman I was before Matt died. The woman he fell in love with. Someone I forgot I was until it was pointed out to me that I was avoiding so much of the person I ...
A few months back I read a post from a widow that inspired me. There are a lot of people who write about the importance of acknowledging gratitude and counting your blessings… and this is a very good thing to ...
Intimacy is what I miss most when I think about my husband Frank. All the ways two people are intimate with each other doesn’t always involve sex. It’s the little things that make up a life together. It’s the little ...
Yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of buying my home. Somehow that does not seem possible but then I remember that I did not move into the house in June and that is probably why this time has seemed to fly ...