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 you had asked me 6 months ago who my closest friends were, my husband would have been at the top of the list. Those who rounded out my Top 5 would probably have been a bit different, however. The friends and family I would have expected to step up if things got difficult for […]
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Some days I feel as though I’ve lost my already questionable grip on reality. Even though I know that my husband is gone, I often find myself simply waiting for him to come home. This isn’t the same feeling as wanting to call him before remembering he’s not there. It’s not that momentary lapse in […]
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Just when I feel I’ve turned a corner, and just maybe things will be a bit easier for me (not easy, just easier), I’m yanked backwards by some unseen force, much like an invisible rubber band that allows me to get only so far before snapping back, and I can almost hear an evil cackle […]
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Yesterday was the four month mark of my husband’s passing. I’ve always considered it an anniversary of sorts, but recently read a post about a woman who reached the one-year mark of her husband’s passing. She accurately pointed out that the word “anniversary” makes it seem as if it’s a celebration, which this is clearly […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 