Anger is stage two, according to the five stages of grief. Widows know that there are no stages but rather a flurry of emotions that occur all at once or independently and repeat randomly. Anger can be difficult to deal ...
Do you have the feeling it all happened too fast, that you seem to have been robbed of something precious? I feel terrible at times because he used to always tell me that I work too hard, that I should ...
Grief never really gets “better.” Just a few weeks away from 3 years without my precious husband and I really don’t feel “better.” After three years comes the realization for me that there really is no such thing as ...
Losing my husband was one of the hardest experiences my kids and I have ever faced. As a widow and a mother, I felt the overwhelming pressure to support my children through their grief, all while trying to process my ...
That doesn't take away the lives they lived. Memories of our time together still remain, etched deeply into both psyche and soul. The laughs we shared together continue to exist, just in other energetic forms. Photos, videos, letters, and other ...
I still feel married. The dichotomy of this phrase is largely dismissed by widows. Conversely, we pass it around like bread at the dinner table, slathering it with butter and comforting our palates with the way it rolls off our ...
I have always been the person who can manage to find the humor in most situations. Laughter has always been my drug of choice. But when the realization that my husband was truly gone hit me, I didn't think I ...
September is Suicide Prevention Awareness Month. I believe it’s so important. And I think those sharing and posting and making it their mission are so important. And, I think they are lacking in the full picture. The messages of “please ...
Many of us had had previous relationships before we met our soulmates. Such was my case. I had been married for 18 years and then divorced for almost 15 when I dropped by a website, saw a picture and thought: ...
I have believed in God for as long as I can remember. My mother and the church indoctrinated me with visions of the cross, and on Sundays, I trailed behind her with hurried steps while she marched us towards service ...