In 1994, I was 21 years old when my first daughter was born. Happily married my high school sweetheart for a year and a half; why not add a baby? Two and half years later, we added another daughter and ...
Out of the ashes, I continue to rise as I try and find the beauty life has to offer still. My world stopped that day. I forgot how to breathe and had to have someone tell me to breathe as ...
“Year two is harder than the first.” In the early days after losing my husband, Joe, I’d read how the second year of widowhood and grief is often harder than the first. 'Uhh, yea right,' I’d say to myself, usually ...
So many widows and widowers have had to experience the loss of their Beloved by watching them be taken away by some cruel, all-consuming sickness. My story is different because I lost Bret to suicide. The events leading up to ...
I lay awake not wanting to go to sleep. You have been in my dreams this week. Not once but twice. After ten months of nothing you came to visit twice. While you are with me it is amazing, ...
March 8th was International Women's Day. My Facebook newsfeed was full of beautiful posts about and tributes to this annual celebration of women. Many of the posts that colored my feed were from my widowed friends; both widows and widowers ...
When my husband was alive, he would say that my constant sacrificing and never-saying-no personality were self-inflicted wounds. If I complained about how tired I was because I took on a task I didn’t really want to do – because ...
In another time in another place he is with me. In another time in another place I sit at the kitchen table listening to the clock tick while I read my book. He is still in bed and that is ...