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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I’ve spoken publicly about loss, grieving, healing, and most recently finding love again after losing my spouse / best friend / partner. You have learned far too much about not only grief and widowhood, but my private life, as well. Far. Too. Much. However, whenever someone reaches out to me about something they’ve read on […]
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[Note: This is not my theory, but it spoke to me and I have taken it one step further.] There has been some recent buzzing online about a woman who shared the analogy her doctor had shared with her about grief. Essentially, it explains that grief is a ball that resides within a box complete […]
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I’ve spoken recently about how odd it feels loving two men. It’s as if I’m straddling an invisible line between the present and the past. The stronger my feelings grow for S, the sharper my present (and my future) become, while my past takes on a softer glow, losing definition around the edges. I recently […]
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I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how easily it is to be misjudged. It’s something I’ve considered often in the past, mainly at a point in my life when I, myself, have been underestimated or presumed to be someone or something I’m not based solely on my appearance or limited interaction with another person. […]
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At some point after losing A, when I had begun to consider the possibility of dating again, I started to listen to the stories of others who had traveled that path before me. Some called their next loves their “chapter 2”, but that phrase never sat well with me. To me, a Chapter 2 would […]
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My past and present collided this week. Perhaps “collided” is too strong a word, because it implies force or an impact. When I think of a collision, I see destruction and violence. What happened to me wasn’t violent or destructive, but no less powerful. This is a rough time of year for me. Of course […]
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I’m typing this with only one completely functioning hand, so it’s slower going than usual. You see, I got myself into a bit of a sticky situation a few nights ago and ended up in the emergency room. Alone. The friends I’m staying with left for their first real vacation (well…mini vacation) in years. One […]
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