A dream can tint my entire day. I’ve never had trouble remembering them either, and if I have time, I write them down. But, before this week, I rarely dreamt of Todd--maybe once a month. So many nights, I have ...
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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 ...
The first holidays alone. 2013. I escaped and refused to do anything “Christmasy”. I usually loved the holidays. Decorating, baking, shopping and creating magic for my two little boys. I enjoyed making memories and creating traditions for our little family. ...
Today is my 15th wedding Anniversary. I have to take a deep breath here. For this one in particular, my seventh without Mike, has hit me especially hard. As I inch closer to being widowed equally as long as we ...
For two years now, Todd has been the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think of when I fall asleep. There is always an awareness that he isn’t with ...
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, ...
In light of Children's Grief Awareness Day I thought I would share my story about how I learned to mother alone and build a new life for my hurting boys. My boys were quite small when their daddy died ...
I’ve learned so many things since Seth passed away, and one thing that I’ve learned is that being a widow is a sisterhood. It’s a bond that is created instantly with any widow you meet. It’s a club that no ...
Just beyond 6 years ago over 300 people gathered at Starks Funeral home and celebrated the life of a man that can not be described. I could describe that day or the day after, the funeral, but that ...
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 ...