I am an avid reader, and I have been since I was small, when I first learned that the weird little markings on the pages of a book could magically tell my brain a story. Multiple genres could be considered ...
It’s strange to always be walking around with Kenny. I named it Kenny, because if something is going to hang out for this long, it ought to be named. I also asked Google, my therapist, and ChatGPT about it, all ...
I loved Valentine's Day when I was a kid. At school, everything would be decorated in pretty pinks and reds, with little hearts everywhere. Oh and chocolate. Did I mention that there was chocolate? We'd get to knock off school ...
I didn’t want to change. I liked my life as it was. A work of architecture of the heart. Carefully built love and relationships, forged together into a thing of beauty. Until the tidal wave came. It really doesn’t matter ...
In addition to widows oftentimes finding their support network dwindling and their friends fading into the background, sometimes we may even find ourselves being blamed for our spouse's life coming to an end. I can't speak for those who have ...
Memories are such a double-edged sword in the grief process. Some memories bring a smile to my face and the light of love to my eyes as I remember precious moments. Others quickly spiral down and trigger my traumatic memories ...
Forecasts of the coming storm started flashing across social media about three days before it actually hit us, which gave me time to head to Walmart for supplies. My youngest daughter and I go backpacking a lot, so we dug ...
I have noticed that since my husband’s arrival in Heaven and sudden departure from earth that I now mark time based on surviving another year of grief. It almost feels like the start of my new year is the ...
A few years back, I managed to work through a good deal of grief and trauma related to my husband's suicide. I had forgiven him early on, but it took time to fully accept things. I was proud of myself ...
Excuse me God,…. I would like to make a return. Where is your customer service desk? You see, this isn’t the life I ordered. It isn’t the life I worked for, planned for, hoped for or prayed for. Could I ...