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.
This is my fourth attempt to write my blog post today. I’ve been attempting to keep things from being too somber, but I finally gave in, because obviously “this” needs to get out. I apologize in advance for the negativity. ~ Cheri G Today was exactly one month since my husband’s passing and it has […]
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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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Repeating 2’s have long had meaning in my house. My husband’s birthday was the 22nd, my daughter met her current boyfriend on the 22nd, and my son was randomly assigned #22 on his high school varsity soccer team. We would see 22s on license plates, in the news, and in random movies and television shows. […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 