I can’t imagine trying to choose a headstone or a casket in the trauma that comes with death. I have great respect for people who are able to think clearly enough to make those choices. I wasn't ready. In fact, ...
Tonight my heart aches. Aches in a way words cannot describe. Aches for a man who’s been gone for far too long. And lived for far too short a time. On Sunday, my late husband would be celebrating his ...
Imagining the unimaginable Music has always been important in my life. Certain kinds of music. Smooth jazz, jazz standards, music with Caribbean/African rhythms, Classical music and Christian worship music. My tastes are as eclectic as my taste in colors and ...
In my 2077 days since I started this widow journey, I have learned so much. Death, grief, and survival have taught me more than I can write about. I have learned I am blessed to have those who are ...
Recently, my son celebrated his 16th birthday. The sixth one without his father. Birthdays are now so bittersweet. I hated that he had to celebrate his birthday in quarantine. So we arranged for friends to line our sidewalk and ...
Mother’s Day. It’s a special day that can be a grief trigger. One where I count my blessings and at the same time feel sorrow for what’s missing. A bittersweet day. As most holidays are now. This year ...
Today is National Widow's Day. And unfortunately, I am a member of that club. A club I never wanted to join. But I am surrounded by some of the strongest men and women I know. We support each other. Lift ...
If I had stayed home as much a year ago as I am now because of the pandemic, people would have been concerned. Is she becoming a hermit? Is she home moping? I remember being asked if I was getting ...
Living without him. This is something I'm still grappling with after all this time. Shortly after Mike died I remember thinking, "We're all so young. I still have so many years ahead of me, God-willing. How am I going to ...
Spring Season as Teacher By Ajai Blue-Saunders, Hope for Widows blogger Trees I’ve always had this fascination with trees. As a little girl growing up in Ohio, I’d sit in my room which faced the front of our house ...