It's been almost six years since I became widowed, which sometimes seems like millennia and other times, like mere weeks. There are so many things that have happened in our world since then, though, and to be honest, I don't ...
Every time I have parted with some of Bret's things, I have felt the prickly reminder that he is no longer alive; that he actually died. Selling his beloved motorcycle, which I did only a few weeks ago, was a ...
We've all been there. Just minding our own business then here comes a familiar smell. If you're anything like me, you might stop and breathe in deeply, hoping for more of what it is that grabbed your attention. Oftentimes, these ...
It's so weird when someone passes suddenly. One second they are here, the next, they just aren't. In the hours following my husband's suicide, I found evidence of him everywhere that my mind had a difficult time processing. His phone ...
The impact of Rick’s death has lessened as the years go by. That’s only natural. I've always been a firm believer that time really does heal all wounds, although not as quickly as we would like (and I definitely formed ...
I read a lot as a kid. Mom and I would always go to the public library and spend the afternoon. She would wander through aisles of Dean Koontz, Stephen King and the occasional Danielle Steele or Harlequinn. I was ...
It’s not always the holidays, or birthdays, or anniversaries, but all the other little days that can knock me for a loop. I can prepare for and make plans to avoid stress on the special days. But what about when ...
Bell Camp -2019 I am thankful that my two grandchildren were old enough to have spent time with my husband, Chuck. They have good memories of Grandpa, though not nearly as many as I wish they could have had. ...
October 10th, 2021 Dear David, I will always love you, but, fuck you for dying on me, man. September 25th would have been our wedding anniversary. Facebook memories fill with wedding photos Sarah and I took with ...
Our first apartment was on a little street in Etobicoke called Callowhill drive. It was a sweet street that shared two high-rise apartments and a bunch of houses. Where kids learned to ride their bikes on the quiet laneways. Neighbours ...