Ain’t No Sunshine…

Yes.  I sometimes speak of my husband in the present tense.  Often, in fact.  And generally, I don’t even think about it being “wrong” until after the words pass my lips.  Then I have this hyperspeed conversation with myself, essentially going back and forth about what I said, why I said it, who I said…

The Heat is On

My A/C is broken. In fact, I’ve had it turned off since Sunday night because it was simply wasting electricity and the house wasn’t any cooler.  It’s Summer in Florida and I’m having to sleep with the windows open and just a ceiling fan running. I bought two floor fans for my two young adult…

Wanderlust

Some people wonder how I continue to function after losing the love of my life.  Some marvel at how “strong” I am.  Still others think me to be callous or uncaring in “moving on” so “quickly”.    [Note:  I consider myself to be moving forward, not moving on; the first denotes positive motion while the…

My New Sleeping Partner

This Mother’s Day seemed hard, as were the days leading up to it.  Harder than last year, when I think I was still very deep in the numbness following A’s death.  In the initial hours, days and weeks of losing a loved one, there is a sort of blanket of despair that, while heavy and…

Continued Drought

Since becoming widowed, I have been told, in essence, that the second year of grief is more difficult than the first.  I have heard it said so many times that I felt there must be some truth to it.  I’m only a few weeks into my “Year Two” and probably unqualified to really weigh in…

National Widows Day 2017

Have you ever heard of National Widows Day?  Yeah, me, neither.   But this year it’s on Wednesday, May 3rd, for the record. It’s a fairly new event that evolved from a concept known as Widow’s Wednesday.  This was started as essentially a way for people to remember the widows (and widowers) in their lives by…

Cardinal Song

I’ve spoken on more than one occasion of the importance of music in my relationship with my late husband.  It was an integral part of our family life, and the value and meaning of certain songs and lyrics haven’t stopped simply because he’s not physically here to share the moments with me. There are times…