Writing doesn't come easy for me. I wish it did. I am envious of those people that can write down their thoughts in a flowing, coherent and reflective way without second-guessing or heavily editing. Maybe someday I’ll get there. When ...
Seth loved flowers and would always surprise me with them even from the early days we were together. He would go to the flower shop in our small college town and would buy me a rose or two and bring ...
I wasn’t hungry or thirsty at all after Dave died so eating food and drinking water was not a priority for me. The food that was put in front of me by my loving friends and family just didn’t taste ...
Becoming a widow is hard no matter what stage of life you’re in, and the first year is brutal no matter what way you slice it. It’s not that the rest of widowhood will be easy (although 13 months ...
I never really felt comfortable with the word “widow”, I guess I’m not really supposed to, right? Like, who wants that word to describe who they are? But it does describe an aspect of who I am. Actually, now I ...
It’s been just over 10 months since I lost my husband. It still doesn’t even feel real, yet it somehow simultaneously feels like yesterday and forever all at once. All I know is that there is this deep ache ...
Memories I'm writing this post on my 20th wedding anniversary with Dave - he died suddenly in his sleep almost 10 years ago. I have a little smile on my face as I remember getting to know him as a ...
Sacred Clubs This is a club no one wants to ever be in. The desperate heartache that rips through a new widow can not ever be explained or measured. The depth of this pain instantly draws compassion from all other ...
How did this happen? Why did this happen? Did this really happen? Am I really a widow? Did my husband really die? Did I really find him unresponsive laying on our bedroom floor? How did this end up being my ...