I will never forget the first official time I met Nate in the Spring of 2005. I can still see him coming down the stairs with a large basket of laundry in his hands as his roommate and one of ...
The weeks and months after my husband passed away the guilt of "could I have done more?" kept me awake at night. When I was at the office, I'd stare at the wall wondering, "why am I being punished?" There's ...
For the past week we have been dealing with Hurricane Florence here in North Carolina. I live just south of Raleigh and the edge of the storm crossed past us. I am thankful that the only damage I have is ...
Regret. Oh, how it will eat you alive if you let it. Hindsight is 20/20, right? And ain't that a bitch. I have spent the last year thinking back on me and Nate's lives together, and I literally get sick ...
When the funeral has ended, and when you come home from work to be greeted by silence, and the realization the rooms once filled with laughter are soaked with tears. The fog has lifted, and now it's time to grieve. ...
As I sit here pondering the meaning of August 30th, as National Grief Awareness Day, I can’t help but think about the meaning of grief. I have been a widow for just over two years and I can honestly say ...
After Nate died, I was told so many times that the first year would be the worst because of all the “firsts” I would have to go through without him. In the back of my mind, I knew this would ...
Over the past few months I’ve taken a hiatus from writing about widowhood because life got in the way. But I continue to promote the importance of being #widowstrong on various social media platforms. For awhile, I felt like I ...