The Void Life has gone on after the death of my husband. Many days it seems to drag on. New routines established, a new normal forced upon us, yet the void remains. Life without the gift of being in love ...
Life is normal now. I’m me, and I’m alone, and it’s okay. And then, suddenly, it’s not. When things are going well, I enjoy my life alone so much that I barely want to date. I have no desire to ...
The 7 Types of Listeners On the path of grief, one of the greatest treasures hidden within the darkness of sorrow is finding the gift of genuinely compassionate listeners. Those people who care with their hearts in all ...
Do you ever dream about your late husband? When my sweetheart died I was forced to trade in my favorite books about Christian marriages, great dates, romance and parenting your children together for the books I never expected to ...
Complicated Grief Grief is complicated. Quite literally every aspect of the process feels like unraveling a mystery and swimming against the current. Your head knows a reality your heart wants to reject. You feel like your past, present and ...
Fill In The Blanks How would you fill in the blank for your story? My life is________________________. Everything is going to be ____________________. It is shocking to me just how drastically everything you thought you knew can change. ...
I Grieve For You I grieve for you when your little friends Say “Hey look what I did with my Dad.” They talk about guy things that only Dad’s can do. I wish you had your Dad, So you could ...
Forever Incomplete I have always struggled with the incompletes in life. I was a self proclaimed over achiever who couldn’t settle for anything less than finishing each task. Earning less than an A made me sad. Goals, to ...
An Alphabet of Grief A is for aches. Heart ache, head ache, stomach ache, you name it, it’s aching. B is for brain fog…. Followed by brain hurricanes, brain earthquakes and brain tornadoes. C is for comparison. My ...
Grief You Are a Thief The life of a solo parent is a very challenging one, but perhaps the worst is the realization of all that grief has stolen from you. I wouldn’t have chosen to be a ...