Dear Widows, I know these days are dark and we are on an uncharted journey. Once widowhood occurs it alters the reality of every single thing in our world. Everyday is different. Existence is different. Perspectives ...
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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 ...
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 ...
By Guest Blogger Sofia Tannenhaus In June, my husband and I embarked on a once-in-a-lifetime 6-week vacation to Greece, Spain, and Italy. He had earned a sabbatical, I was on summer break from teaching, and we were ready to start ...
Tonight, my eleven year old asked me if I was excited for Thanksgiving and the upcoming holidays. I looked at her, too exhausted to be anything but honest in my reply. “I am always excited to spend the holidays with ...
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 ...
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 ...
The worst thing a widowed mother can hear from her grieving child, “at least you still have your daddy.”. I do. At 39, I still have my daddy. How unfair. He is alive and well and I have had a ...