In honor of National Grief Awareness day, I will share that widowhood pet peeve number 1,376,897 is when someone refers to my late spouse as my “ex.” He’s not my ex, y’all. We didn’t break up. He died. Sometimes the ...
“When you die and I move to Finland**” is often heard in the house where I live. Always from the friend I live with to her husband of 10 years. It is always said rather matter-of-fact and casual; “babe take ...
Grief is certainly not a one-way street. Grief doesn’t have arrows pointing down a yellow brick road for us to follow. I have found that grief really has no real definition other than: it’s complicated. I was fine, or so ...
Just beyond 6 years ago over 300 people gathered at Starks Funeral home and celebrated the life of a man that can not be described. I could describe that day or the day after, the funeral, but that ...