My dearest girl, I write this letter to you 3 years after the worst time of your life and hope that these words are what you need to hear as you struggle to get out of bed and find meaning ...
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 ...
I’ve been a widow for 3 years now. All you have to do is read any post on this site to know that this journey is one filled with sadness, pain, suffering, confusion, anger, and hope. You’ll find women with ...
One of the very first moments I realized that I truly was a "alone" came about a week after Nate's funeral. My dad and I were sitting at yet another bank trying to get all of me and Nate's financial ...
As I approach my 3 year anniversary of being a widow, I can't help but really reflect on what this all has meant. There are a ton of anniversaries throughout the year from the first date, proposal, the day we ...
Before and after. Two words that signify a complete and utter evolution in my life. From simple to complex...mostly predictable to unknown...happy to *it depends on the day and the hour*... Before and freaking after. A beginning that led to ...
I have a four-year-old and I am exhausted! So I would like to share 4 things that I have I learned that have helped me navigate in this new normal: Slow down. We live in a world where everything is ...
"How are you? How are the kids?" Seems like you can’t get away from these everyday questions. The questions that seemed ordinary and mundane take on a whole new meaning when you become a widow. They are asked with pity, ...
Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m not a good liar. I get all flushed and red in the face, I can’t make eye contact and inevitably I stumble over my own words in trying to make up a story ...