The difficult detail when explaining yourself on days when grief appears is figuring out where to start. I was married but now I’m not. Or am I? He died three and a half years ago, so I’m not. But ...
Sign up here: https://widowsofhope5k.redpodium.com/widows-of-hope-5k Grief is omnipotent When we feel tremendously alone, we check in online to vent about our demons. Everyone grieves differently, we know this, we understand this yet we all connect through grief. Some people grieve by ...
Well, I did it! It only took me three and half years to conjure up the strength and willpower to sell my deceased husband’s truck; but, I finally did. This might seem silly and insignificant to some; however for me, ...
Last week as I attempted to sort through my old clothes, I came across a top that had the Esprit logo printed on it. I had modeled this garment years ago in a fashion show. It was one of my ...
The yoke of my sorrow is a gaping, vast void as I yearn for my husband. The ripple effect for me has caused trauma, sleepless nights, spiraling health issues, doubt, frustration and a profound sense of sadness. As I strive ...
The first time that I was unwillingly forced to go through my husband’s belongings was shortly after his untimely death. Amidst my brutal weeping and frazzled state of shock, the hospital staff nudged me to proceed forward with preparations as ...
When my husband passed away, I was in shock, denial, so lost, empty, and utterly broken. I was in a soul shattered state of mind. It seemed at that time, that the goodness of my life was gone. Immersed in ...
During this time of hustle and bustle and the most wonderful time of the year, my widow’s spirit is not as jolly or as calm and bright as it used to be. Christmas seems to spur on a tangled web ...
It’s the day after Thanksgiving, which is one hurdle you may have been dreading. Now that it has passed, it’s onto the next … Holiday time is hard because it is so family-centric and, thus, makes the absence of an important ...
Since my husband’s death 2 ½ years ago, I feel like I have aged 30 years. I cringe at my own reflection. My eyes peering back at me know too much sorrow. My shoulders carry the weight of the world. ...