I became a widow almost nineteen years ago. Though I was still walking, talking, and taking care of our children, I discovered that my life merely became a means of surviving each day. Of course, at the age of 33 ...
When my husband’s beautiful life left his permanently sleeping body on September 29th, 2016, he was 47 years and 239 days old. On Sunday, July 8th, 2018, I stood on the bank of a creek along a hiking trail at ...
It’s been a while since I have done anything grief related. No writing, no commiserating, not even much crying. I needed a break, but I’m back. I’m picking up where I left off. Grief never completely goes away. As nice ...
After I hit the one year mark of my husband’s passing, my girls and I commemorated it with a shared experience…a representation of our family of 4, as it was. I remember that day being one of peace, and while ...
When you finally have your schedule and routines back, grief pops up at the damnedest times. Sort of like accidentally scratching a scab you know will now become a scar. There seems to be that one day when you can ...
I just unpaired my husband’s Apple Watch from his iPhone. He loved that watch, so it hurt to do it. It’s just one more task to take care of after his death, one more step forward as I work through ...
For all the years we were together, I always slept on the right side of the bed. Jerry and I would joke around sometimes and say, “Hey, let’s switch sides tonight and see how we sleep” It would last ...
"Take your time...do it right...we can do it..." S.O.S Band "Stop pressuring me!" Michael Jackson Not just song lyrics...these phrases should be the mantra of every widow and widower on this planet. But in this world where everything has to ...
