It’s been almost two years since my husband passed away and I’ve not touched anything on his side of the closet. Other than the few sweatshirts of his I’ve worn, it’s remained exactly how he left it. Including the clothes ...
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Mother’s Day. It’s a special day that can be a grief trigger. One where I count my blessings and at the same time feel sorrow for what’s missing. A bittersweet day. As most holidays are now. This year ...
This weekend brings what would be Seth’s 45th birthday (and his second in Heaven). I can’t help but reflect on the amazing person he was and still continues to be, even though he is no longer physically with us. I ...
Recently I met a friend for coffee, and she asked me, “what do you miss the most about Seth?” I was speechless for a second because, 1) no one has asked me that and 2) there was only one answer ...
Well, I’ve done it. Made it through a full calendar year without my dear husband here by my side. I remember on New Year’s Eve last year, as 2019 arrived, I was filled with such dread and sorrow. It was ...
Once you make it through the first year after losing someone, everyone seems to take a deep breath and get back to their regularly scheduled lives. You’ve made it through the one year milestones, the calls and messages slow down, ...
Isn't it interesting in life how seemingly insignificant things can hold such profound meaning and life lessons? How memories can be created by touching something? How those memories can be forgotten or downplayed? Then one day, they are again stirred ...
A friend of mine told me the other day how a new song on the radio makes her think of my late husband Matthew. She said it reminds her of all the fun memories we all had over the years—like ...
Anyone who has experienced grief knows that it is a never-ending journey. I am now 15 months into my new life as a widow (a title that I received suddenly and unexpectedly), and I have trouble believing that much time ...
We used to have a favorite Chinese restaurant, my husband and I. It was this little hole-in-the-wall type place across the street from our apartment. I don't remember how my husband came across that place, but once he brought it ...