Maybe we don't talk about the dark days enough. Maybe we don't write about them enough. That early grief, that raw mourning. Maybe once we begin to move forward through our grief journey and time passes, we simply just don't ...
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Some days I just don’t want to. I don’t want to leave the house. I don’t want to follow through on obligations or promises. I don’t wanna anymore. When I feel this way, I wish someone would yank me out ...
Rick and I were married on July 12, 1997. He died one month after our twentieth anniversary. This Friday will mark the second time I’ve spent our anniversary alone. In a way, it’s almost the third time, because on our ...
I’ve been having issues with impatience lately. I mean, I’ve always been one to want something done ASAP. In my late teens, I remember painting my parents’ living room in one day. The room had needed a new coat of ...
I catch myself talking out loud a lot when I’m alone in the car. Luckily, nowadays, the passengers in the cars around me assume I’m on a hands-free phone, so it doesn’t seem strange to see me alone gabbing away ...
Hey there, I know... IT SUCKS. I'm not going to sugarcoat widowhood for you in hopes that it'll make you feel better. That would just be rude. It sucks. Period. However, I recently celebrated- well, got through- the third year anniversary ...
I like my house now. I like living here alone. I like the comfort of my own home. I like the feeling I get when I pull in my garage and appreciate that I have a safe, warm, attractive place ...
I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve never had a serious illness or major operation, or any other traumatic physical malady. I’ve never suffered any physical affliction that required months to heal or physical therapy to get back on my feet, ...
Recently, I found myself at a social event. Ok, it was a bonfire. Actually a keg party around a bonfire. I had a legitimate reason to be there--the party was for a friend’s birthday and I went with my sister-in-law, ...
Yesterday marked 17 months since my husband died. So much has changed in my life since then. I’ve grieved, and grieved, and grieved some more. I’ve worked through the grief, written through the grief, talked to my grief counselor, cried ...