Before I became a widow, I looked forward to the seasons. Spring brought a sense of newness, summer created a desire to break away and get near water, autumn was a reminder that things need to be shed and the ...
Trigger Warning: Suicide; Death by Suicide; Bullying. Everyone has an opinion about celebrity suicides - and they can be quite hurtful. As someone who was widowed by suicide, please allow me to explain just how traumatizing all the different opinions ...
Losing a loved one is an inevitable part of the human experience, casting us into a space of grief that is complex and insurmountable. Yet, within this emotional maze, there are ways to navigate grief to reduce suffering and rediscover ...
I’m new to this, yet I’m not. I’m a teacher so I’m used to writing. I’ve been writing most of my life. I mostly write and then eventually throw my writing away, except the journals on my travels. I also ...
Father's Day has passed for another year. This one and Mother's Day can be tough dates for the widow/er community. In my mere six-plus years in this sad little club, I have noticed the sentiments for Father's Day in particular ...
Blog written by, Author, Emma Grey Three weeks after my husband died from a heart attack in 2016, my children and I walked in Australia’s “City to Surf” fun run. We’d already entered the race, months before he died, and ...
There was a time that doesn't seem all that far back when I wasn't a widow. No matter the strife, nothing changed the fact that my husband was my husband, and I was his wife. We did all that husband-and-wife ...
The Death Certificate looks like our marriage certificate except our union is split, cleaved from me. I’m choiceless. Onset to death 2.5 hours Treatment given from onset to death 2.5 hours Paramedics arrived at 7:03am Pronounced ...
Ash I know what you think – that it would be dark like ash from a campground, from a cigarette you shouldn’t be smoking. But it’s not a house fire. It’s matter that cannot be created nor destroyed. ...
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 ...