This Friday night will be my son’s senior night for football. A night for which he has worked so hard. A night he has earned. A night that will be bitter sweet. My late husband was my son‘s first ...
There is so much going on in our lives right now. So much is happening. So much is changing. We are planning for my son’s future. And it hurts my heart that my late husband is missing it. Is not ...
October 10th, 2021 Dear David, I will always love you, but, fuck you for dying on me, man. September 25th would have been our wedding anniversary. Facebook memories fill with wedding photos Sarah and I took with ...
Ladies, I am exhausted! I am sitting here wanting to write something profound. Something that will touch at least one widow on this difficult journey. But all I can think about is the fact that I am physically, emotionally, and ...
A sense of humor has been a huge part of my personality since I was a child. My favorite relatives, teachers, friends and more have been the ones that could easily make me laugh. Needless to say, my love of ...
Saying Goodbye Standing in front of a room full of people that I convinced myself all hated me I gave a goodbye speech to Matt. I talked about how much I loved my husband the whole time thinking that everyone ...
Monday Thoughts One year. 365 days. How has this happened? It is not possible. But it has been and that age-old saying that “time heals all wounds” yeah that is a lie. Time has made it so I can bear ...
The 7-year anniversary for Jared’s death or his angelversary as I call it, didn’t hit me as hard this year. The first year I was kind of numb, grateful to have survived that awful first year. The second year, ...
This week I was a bad friend. Two people that I know had family members pass away. One their dad and the other their grandma. I reacted poorly and I am kind of ashamed. The early stages of grief were ...
Yes, wardrobe. Why, oh why would a Widow's wardrobe be questioned? Before we get too far, I will say that I enjoy using humor in my writing and in dealing with my own grief. This is going to ...