For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a night owl. As a child, I relished the long, quiet hours of night when I could get lost uninterrupted in a good book. Curled and cozied up in my bed, ...
I am only in the beginning of my second year being a widow. The first year is all about the mountain of “firsts” that one has to get through, the obvious ones: first Christmas, Thanksgiving, every other holiday, birthdays, anniversaries. ...
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 ...
I dropped a handful of Todd’s socks from his sock drawer on the bed, tears welling in my eyes. I tried not to think about what I was doing or why. My sister in law had asked me weeks ...
I always knew I would be a widow. When I decided to marry Jared, I knew that unless some unforeseen tragedy struck, I would someday be a widow. I knew because of his cystic fibrosis, CF, I would most ...
Morning thoughts I woke up this morning and stretched my hand to the other side of the bed to only feel the mattress instead of you. And so the day begins again with the heartache of realizing you are ...
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 ...
June 23rd is recognized as International Widow's Day. It is not a day we celebrate, it is a day of honoring our widowed community. "When I was widowed, I was just 26. I felt alone, I felt targeted, I had ...