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.
Today marks Day 500 since I lost A. Lost him. Such a stupid phrase, when it feels more that he was ripped from our lives, his passing leaving jagged scars and empty spaces in our lives. 500 days. That’s almost long enough to carry two babies to term. It’s more than two-and-a half school years. […]
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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 […]
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I’ve been stuck in a bit of a weird place this last week or so (even stranger than the place I’ve been in for nearly the past year). You see, the one year mark is looming, not only for A’s passing in mid-April, but also for his heart attack at the beginning of the month. […]
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I used my husband’s coffee mug this morning. That may not seem like earth shattering news to most people, but there are those who are in the same situation as I am who will understand the significance of this. Although I wear his wedding band on a chain around my neck, occasionally wear his watch, […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 