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’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you may have noticed that I don’t generally write about current events. I’m not sure I mentioned the election or any other political topic, even in passing. Similarly, I tend to gloss over the holidays, as well. It’s not exactly intentional, and it’s barely a […]
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I’m back in that weird place again. Just when I thought I was turning another corner, there’s a new roadblock in my way. I’ve been feeling A’s loss again rather profoundly the past week or so, despite having a bit of a respite for awhile. Although his absence is always felt, it seems that it […]
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Recently, I came across a photo online, one I have seen before but which took on a whole new meaning to me when I saw it this time. Sometimes referred to as the “tree that ate a bicycle”, the image shows a tree on Washington’s Vashon Island that seems to envelop a long-forgotten bike. The […]
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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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Many Faces of Cheri G 