I’ve hit a new widowhood milestone. Rebellion. Over the last few months, I’ve decided I’m tired of being a widow. In fact, I was over this adventure the first 30 days of living it. I’m tired of feeling like I ...
I’ve always used the saying not my circus, not my monkeys. But what happens when it is your circus, and your monkeys are running amok? So are the elephants, lions, tigers and bears. The ringleader is crying in the corner ...
My husband and I only discussed one of us dying when one of our close friends passed away. Looking back, it was a judgmental conversation of what we would do or feel instead of a productive one. We didn’t fully ...
I’m not sure where I got this idea, but I started a list of things I miss about my husband. Though it might seem just sad, it’s not all sad. The things I miss are also the things that ...
Perhaps one of the most well known terms to a widowed person is “moving on.” And as well intentioned as it usually is, it is one that we may invariably start strongly disliking. I know for me, the whole “when ...
In the months following my husband’s death I began actively seeking books to read to give me comfort, empathy, and advice. Some were very helpful, some so-so, some too full of platitudes, and some, though not fantastic, contained some great ...
The year 2020 has been a roller coaster ride. The U.S. is facing numerous challenges and uncertainties. All these factors have created great amounts of internal stress. As a widow, this uncertain time has magnified my loss. After John died, ...
A few days after Mike died, I clothed myself in everything that was his-mine-ours. The Director of the Funeral Home gave me a bag of my husband’s belongings that the Coroner had collected. It was beyond horrific to receive this ...