My world shattered when I became a widow. I am now attempting to reassemble the broken shards into something damaged, fractured, and scarred, yet beautiful.
If this is your first visit here, welcome to my crazy. If you are returning, thank you. In either case, please share this site with someone who may find some comfort from one who has been there. After the sudden death of my 50 y.o. high-school sweetheart husband from undiagnosed heart disease, I became an […]
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Isolation is the most difficult part of a COVID diagnosis.
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I’m not sure the cause, and I’m not sure it matters enough to figure out the why, but I have been feeling extremely connected to A lately. As if he has been trying to communicate with me more over the past few weeks. I often see signs or hear messages from him through signs I […]
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When A died, I poured my heart out through my grief journey. Every step and misstep was documented with the dual purpose of keeping my far flung friends and family informed of my progress, and letting out my emotions to work through them. Each emotion was felt, analyzed, discussed, and accepted. It is now more […]
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This will be the 4th year in a row I’ve blogged about National Widows’ Day, despite it being my 5th year as a potential participant – in Year One post loss, I had no idea it even existed. Most widows (and those who love them) don’t. It’s one of those days that, unless it affects […]
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