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.
Like so many others in this country (and around the globe), my world these days consists mainly of everything found inside the four walls of the place I call home. Before I committed to self-quarantine (and I don’t mean that in an I-refused-to-take-precautions kind of way, but more in a we-had-a-road-trip-already-planned kind of way), S […]
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Even 3-1/2 years out, I’m discovering things about grief and loss and how my life has changed. A was the Keeper of the Memories. I believe every family has one; the lucky families have more than one. His memory was almost too good, as he sometimes remembered details so vividly, he would relive the moments […]
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It has been a little while since I last wrote anything new here, and I can’t help feeling as though I’m neglecting a good friend. You – my readers, my friends – were here for me during my dark times… the darkest, actually. Yet I’ve been busy living my life and ignoring this site. I’m […]
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The other day I did a thing. It was something that hadn’t even really been on my radar as potentially emotional or difficult. Yet, it turned out to be both, which ultimately threw me a curveball. After much internal debate and occasional discussion with S, we came to the decision that it was time to […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 