This might be a bit long. When I sat down to create my blog for the week I couldn't find where to begin. I realized this was April, not that I did not know this before, but this is April. ...
Ever since I was a kid in school, Sundays haven't typically been a favorite. Sunday meant my weekend was over. It meant an earlier bedtime and getting up entirely too early the next day. This attitude continued through adulthood, but ...
Okay, so I’m not going to claim that I have this life/grief thing figured out. Not by a long shot. But I have learned a thing or two along the way, and I thought that I’d share with you ten ...
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 ...
