March 8th was International Women's Day. My Facebook newsfeed was full of beautiful posts about and tributes to this annual celebration of women. Many of the posts that colored my feed were from my widowed friends; both widows and widowers ...
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 ...
CW: Suicide/Suicide methods My husband died by suicide. All loss is painful, all deaths break hearts. Deaths by suicide, however, are more than painful; they are also taboo. I am nearly five out from that utterly devastating day and in ...
I have written in-depth about social media. It has benefits and flaws just like everything else, but I have to admit that it was incredibly helpful in the early days of my grief. Initially, I didn't think that I would ...
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. ...
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 ...
A dear friend of mine passed away a week or so back. Yet when I jump on Facebook for some mindless scrolling, there it is, right on top of my newsfeed, the shortcut to her page. She's not the only ...
We've all been there. Just minding our own business then here comes a familiar smell. If you're anything like me, you might stop and breathe in deeply, hoping for more of what it is that grabbed your attention. Oftentimes, these ...
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 ...