Baby steps. Open your eyes. That’s one. Get out of bed. That’s two. Breathe. That’s three. This is how it has to be in the beginning. Gentle and unassuming because grief is not. The cycle is exhausting, it tries to ...
“Mommy, there are pilots at the door.” Those seven words, those simple syllables, they changed everything. When I came to, I made the necessary phone calls, at first it came out as a whisper and ...
Those pesky “on this day seven years ago” Facebook running reminders are torturous. On this day seven years ago I was at the Brooklyn Arts Museum with my husband. We weren’t married or engaged at the time, but dating. We'd ...
Growing up, I’d sleep with the hallway light on to be safe from the monsters of darkness.When I was four, five or six years old if I heard a stir, real or not, I’d climb out of bed and pitter-patter ...
Zentangle art work above by author, Jill Hochman I used to doodle in class or in meetings. Well, it turns out doodling is actually helpful for concentration and stress relief. I was doodling to help me understand, stay focused, and ...
Dear Hope for Widows Community, Today, August 30, 2017, is National Grief Awareness Day. One might say, Why is there a need for such a day? That would be a great question. In 2013, Angie Cartwright, founded National Grief Awareness ...
My husband passed away the Monday before Thanksgiving. It was also the week of my ten-year high school reunion. I wasn’t thankful for anything, and I wasn’t going to rekindle friendships with anyone. Instead, I found myself talking to the ...
“You should really consider coming to Bereavement Yoga,” My grief counselor suggested. She hung on the word 'really' for an uncomfortable amount of time while grinning. I finished explaining to her my mixed emotions about my upcoming move. My husband ...
As a widowed woman who is ten years out and considers herself a 'veteran', I thought I knew all there was to grief. How arrogant of me. I had grieved my husband's death, or so I thought. I was there ...