My friend Jo sent me a Facebook memory. Three years ago today, I was with Rick on the Florida gulf. We were sitting with Jo watching a gorgeous sunset in Rick’s favorite spot on Madeira Beach. I sat staring at ...
Superbowl Sunday Morning I want this to be a normal Superbowl Sunday again I want you to hear you puttering around in the kitchen The chop, chop, chop of onions being minced The clang of the pans as you remove ...
Imagine you’re driving in your car, enjoying the scenery. It’s a beautiful sunny day and you’ve been looking forward to this trip. You’re happy about being halfway to your destination and singing along with the radio, when - suddenly - ...
Today is my 15th wedding Anniversary. I have to take a deep breath here. For this one in particular, my seventh without Mike, has hit me especially hard. As I inch closer to being widowed equally as long as we ...
By Guest Blogger Sofia Tannenhaus In June, my husband and I embarked on a once-in-a-lifetime 6-week vacation to Greece, Spain, and Italy. He had earned a sabbatical, I was on summer break from teaching, and we were ready to start ...
I was pondering how different my life is now that I'm coming up on another new year without Rick. I'm used to this new normal. I'm past the heavy grieving stage, and I'm living the life of a single woman. ...
The overhead lights in the hallway started flickering again a couple of weeks ago. This hasn’t happened in a while, not a long while. When Rick first died, the ceiling lights in the kitchen started to flicker one night. I ...
Tonight, my eleven year old asked me if I was excited for Thanksgiving and the upcoming holidays. I looked at her, too exhausted to be anything but honest in my reply. “I am always excited to spend the holidays with ...
So often now, in the midst of happiness, I’ll feel this gloom settle over me. I know right away that it’s not a “random” sadness; it’s definitely Rick-related. I feel those tears just below the surface, a very mild form ...
Sunday afternoons used to be my favorite time of the week. Sunday afternoons on a chilly, gloomy fall day (as much as I HATE the approaching winter) were even better. Right about now, Rick would be ready for a nap. ...