August 30th is National Grief Day. It is a day to remind others that grief is not linear. That we never “get over it.” Everyone grieves differently. My grief journey is unique. Every widowed person grieves in their own way. ...
I am unsure if I have fully come to terms with the word “widow”. I don’t wish that title upon anyone at all. I am also unsure if I am qualified to be called a widow. You see, Adrian and ...
Guilt. It is that awful feeling that creeps up in dark moments – shows up unannounced, and with no true purpose, other than to torture with a million different “what ifs”. It has a sneaky way of allowing self-doubt to ...
If I had a penny for every time someone has told me to “pray” or “find God” or “leave it in God’s hands” or any variant of that, I would be filthy rich. After Adrian’s death, people have been quick ...
Adrian Gutierrez. The name of the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. I say his name every chance I get, even though people sometimes still wince when I do. They stare at me with wide eyes, wondering if I’ve just ...
That night replays in my mind more often than I can control...Mostly when restlessness takes over after waking before the sun has even risen...My mind won't shut down, and despite my best efforts, that night repeats over and over making ...
Hey guys, your father died a little while ago, I said tearfully into my phone. Never thought I'd ever had to hear myself say those words so soon. Fathers are supposed to live to be grey-haired old men, yelling at ...
Grief. It is truly and utterly impossible to describe this dreaded word unless you have truly experienced a loss that rocks your entire world off of its axis. When it comes to my own grief journey after losing my husband ...
Being a widow can really suck. Watching your husband die sucks Telling your child their dad died and is never coming home sucks. Having to move forward because their is no other option sucks. Death sucks. And it sucks ...