New Year’s Eve is one of the harder grief days for me. It is a reminder that another year has come and gone that didn’t know Jared. Another year that we didn’t make any new memories or take any new ...
‘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 ...
The holidays are such a hard time for anyone who has lost a loved one. It doesn't matter if the loss is recent or many years ago, the loss is always felt at the holidays. This loss, the loss that ...
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 ...
This is our 6th Christmas without Jared. Our 6th time decorating without him. Our 6th time filling his stocking with love. Our 6th year doing Christmas without him. Decorating the tree is a bittersweet time for me. All ...
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 ...
For the first time, I’ll be spending Thanksgiving with my new husband’s family. My family always traveled on this holiday. Went on an adventure. That has been our Thanksgiving tradition for years...travel somewhere new and eat local food. This is ...
My son was just 10 years old when his dad died. Old enough to understand. Old enough to feel the magnitude of his loss. Yet also young enough to not be able to express his feelings and emotions. On ...
The holidays are fast approaching. And for me and a lot of widows, it’s a difficult time. The holidays are supposed to be festive, joyous, happy times. But when your person is dead, they feel anything but festive. For ...
It was maybe 2 years after my husband died, when a Facebook memory popped up. I am sure many people feel the crippling sadness and/or joy that comes when a memory pops up. It’s like a dagger to your ...