Once again it is September. September used to be one of my favorite months of the year. I met my late husband in September. We had our first date in September. We were married in September. And we conceived ...
This week has been freeing to me. For the first time in forever, I felt happy. I have not been in the darkness of my grief. It has been a much-needed change not to feel weighed down, stressed out, and ...
Grief is the evidence of love. When you opened your heart to love another person, you gave grief a master key to your heart. Now grief has permission to come and go as it pleases. Grief is a very complex ...
It's so weird when someone passes suddenly. One second they are here, the next, they just aren't. In the hours following my husband's suicide, I found evidence of him everywhere that my mind had a difficult time processing. His phone ...
This has been a very long weekend for me socially, but it was good. Like every other time I have an event coming up, I freak out before. Events that I always had him at as a buffer for when ...
When my late husband died, I hated being home. Home had too many memories. It’s where we lived our lives. It was where he died. So to escape the pain of home, I traveled. A lot. If I was traveling, ...
Does anyone else clean their bathroom at 11 pm because even though they are on day 14 of not sleeping much they are not tired? Because at night when you lay down the anxiety itch becomes real, and it makes ...
Most widows undergo a dramatic change in their identity after the loss of their husband. Everything that was ordinary and comfortable in a life shared with the person they lived in covenant with is altered. Most of us wrapped our ...
It may be a tired old cliche, but there is some truth to it: You can never go home again. Following my late husband's death, trying to desperately connect with his memory, I considered relocating back to one of the ...
