First of all. I'm not quoting Frozen, although it is on at my house pretty much every day:) Grief. What an ugly, stupid word and frankly, I’m getting tired of it. Tired of thinking about it. Tired of it being ...
Widow. The word sounds dark. I googled the word. The official definition is “a woman who has lost her husband to death and has not remarried.” I am remarried so why did this title or empty feeling not ...
National Grief Awareness Day is upon us again. I don’t think we can actually say that we are celebrating the day because let's be honest, nobody wants to celebrate grief as much as it is a day to bring awareness ...
Why does widowhood have to be so lonely? There are so many losses and changes that are in and of themselves isolating. Then to compound matters, often the people we once spent so much time with start pulling away - ...
Making decisions as a widow is exhausting. Already, our emotional stores are spent, and we are physically exhausted from poor sleep. Some decisions are practical ones like checking a bank balance before paying a bill or choosing Raisin Bran over ...
After Rod died, I was faced with things and tasks that had always just gotten done. Especially technology. Rod was a tech guy by profession. Early on in our marriage, he would try to explain things to me, and I ...
A few days after Mike died, I clothed myself in everything that was his-mine-ours. The Director of the Funeral Home gave me a bag of my husband’s belongings that the Coroner had collected. It was beyond horrific to receive this ...
At some point during my first year of (at times) paralyzing grief, I sought out opportunities to address it. At no point did I feel like I hid from my grief. Because I knew my husband would die, I made ...
Holidays and milestones in life can be a trigger for grief. I am sure this weekend was especially difficult for most widows as it was fathers day. I also have my birthday this week and this year it is “milestone” ...
Father's Day is hard. The End. This could literally be this whole post and that would probably ring true to so many of you. My dad didn't live with us after I turned 9. He had, and still has, another ...