‘Twas a widow’s night before Christmas, and all through her house Not a creature but her was stirring, for she missed her departed spouse. She hung their stockings by the chimney with care In recognition that her love for ...
For two years now, Todd has been the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think of when I fall asleep. There is always an awareness that he isn’t with ...
I was pondering how different my life is now that I'm coming up on another new year without Rick. I'm used to this new normal. I'm past the heavy grieving stage, and I'm living the life of a single woman. ...
The overhead lights in the hallway started flickering again a couple of weeks ago. This hasn’t happened in a while, not a long while. When Rick first died, the ceiling lights in the kitchen started to flicker one night. I ...
Tonight, my eleven year old asked me if I was excited for Thanksgiving and the upcoming holidays. I looked at her, too exhausted to be anything but honest in my reply. “I am always excited to spend the holidays with ...
Giving Thanks for Dirty Laundry This Thanksgiving I will be giving thanks for dirty laundry. For whatever random reason, the memory of encountering my husband's dirty laundry just after he passed, came to mind earlier this month. Thanksgiving is ...
Children’s Grief Awareness Day - I wish I could see from their eyes. As Children’s Grief Awareness Day approaches, I began to reflect on the grief my sons have had in these past 2 ½ years. The ups and downs, ...
So often now, in the midst of happiness, I’ll feel this gloom settle over me. I know right away that it’s not a “random” sadness; it’s definitely Rick-related. I feel those tears just below the surface, a very mild form ...
Isn't it interesting in life how seemingly insignificant things can hold such profound meaning and life lessons? How memories can be created by touching something? How those memories can be forgotten or downplayed? Then one day, they are again stirred ...
Sunday afternoons used to be my favorite time of the week. Sunday afternoons on a chilly, gloomy fall day (as much as I HATE the approaching winter) were even better. Right about now, Rick would be ready for a nap. ...