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.
One of the best / worst things about grief is that it has a way of bringing old memories to the surface. This can be a bittersweet and painful process, remembering both pleasant memories that can never be repeated and others best left buried. I’ve been trying to focus on the sweet anecdotes, the ones […]
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I had my first real dream of my husband last night since his passing. I’ve been waiting for it to happen, and have honestly felt somewhat slighted that he hadn’t visited yet. Some nights, I fall asleep talking to him and asking, begging, him to speak to me in my dreams. I desperately miss him […]
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While I’ve previously provided the Cliff Notes version of how I got here, I decided it was time to lay out a day-by-day outline of the two weeks my husband spent in the hospital before he ultimately passed away. Having a large family and lots of concerned friends who lived in another part of the […]
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Everywhere I turn, I’m reminded of my husband. Having spent 32 years together, it’s not surprising that his absence is now very keenly felt. But it goes deeper than that. He was my first, he was my last, he was my everything in between. We chose everything from furniture to clothes to groceries together. His […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 