When I was a little kid I loved to drive through tunnels. Maybe because it’s rare but mostly because I loved the sound and feeling of going through one. The loud wishing and whirring only to come out the other ...
When the funeral has ended, and when you come home from work to be greeted by silence, and the realization the rooms once filled with laughter are soaked with tears. The fog has lifted, and now it's time to grieve. ...
Every morning it is the same thing. I wake up. I open my eyes. For about 30 seconds life is pre-July 21, 2017. Pre ALS. I wait for that morning breath whisker filled grin to turn and face me. I wait ...
I thought the night Todd died would be rock bottom. I remember looking at the ceiling as if God was up there and He would change what I already knew in my soul: Todd was dead. He’d been in the ...
Grief. It is truly and utterly impossible to describe this dreaded word unless you have truly experienced a loss that rocks your entire world off of its axis. When it comes to my own grief journey after losing my husband ...
The Season I can smell the memories coming back reminding me of what I was about to lose in 30 days. I can feel it in the atmosphere deep in my bones my cell memory is regurgitating all those feelings ...
This week we celebrate National Grief Awareness Day. So today I would like to try to describe what grief feels like to me. Grief is like living in a bubble. A clear bubble where you can see the rest of ...
Over the past few months I’ve taken a hiatus from writing about widowhood because life got in the way. But I continue to promote the importance of being #widowstrong on various social media platforms. For awhile, I felt like I ...
There’s something about birthdays that call for reflection. I used to love my birthday and would declare the entire month of July my birthday month. I would treat myself for the whole month and tell anyone would tolerate me that ...
A few months ago, I felt like I was at an awkward phase in my grief process. I stood at a large and gaping hole – a gap, really – between staring backward at the barren wasteland that was my ...