I just unpaired my husband’s Apple Watch from his iPhone. He loved that watch, so it hurt to do it. It’s just one more task to take care of after his death, one more step forward as I work through ...
For all the years we were together, I always slept on the right side of the bed. Jerry and I would joke around sometimes and say, “Hey, let’s switch sides tonight and see how we sleep” It would last ...
It has been one year since Jerry died. 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days. It feels like it just happened, yet feels like forever since I last saw him, held him, kissed him. I want to share my knowledge of ...
My husband is gone. Not gone like he stepped out to pick up some milk at the grocery store. Not gone like working the night shift. Not gone like on a fishing trip with his buddies. Not even gone ...
They were right. The second year of grief is worse. No longer in shock, no longer drowning in tears. I’m no longer numb to my new reality. The hurt runs deeper, it cuts more. I’ll have flashbacks of the first ...
Recovering from grief takes time. I went to the movies by myself last week. It’s the first time I’ve ever done that. I couldn’t do it before because seeing the empty seat next to me was just too painful. ...
I’m going to jump straight in on the Widow Diet. We discuss the importance of self-care, but nutrition is a vital and important component of the big picture. We've heard the buzz words of macronutrients: Carbohydrates, Protein, Fats, and Alcohol. ...
When I was running a couple of weeks ago, I rubbed my thumb against my ring finger to wiggle my wedding band. I’ve been widowed for four years and stopped wearing my rings well over three years ago. The phantom ...
Baby steps. Open your eyes. That’s one. Get out of bed. That’s two. Breathe. That’s three. This is how it has to be in the beginning. Gentle and unassuming because grief is not. The cycle is exhausting, it tries to ...