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.
In case you don’t know (although I’m fairly certain most of you probably do) Facebook has an “On This Day” function, which basically shows you photos and updates that you’ve posted in previous years on a particular date. Since A passed, this has been one of the things I look forward to most each day. […]
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It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written anything. It feels as though I’m letting you all down, but my writing just seems to have become redundant: “I thought about A today and it made me sad, but I’m choosing to not let it get me too down. The End” Honestly, that’s my daily life […]
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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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Dear A: Today marks 15 months since you left. I know you didn’t leave the kids and me because you wanted to, but knowing that doesn’t make it any easier on us all. Yes, I’ve gotten better. We all have. We’re learning how to wander around the empty space in our lives that your leaving […]
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A random string of memories popped up today, and not exactly the “best” ones. I’m not entirely sure why they decided to rear their heads, although possibly, they may have come from hearing Leona Lewis’ Bleeding Love and specifically the lyrics: “Trying hard not to hear, but they talk so loud. Their piercing sounds […]
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A few days ago marked one year since my husband passed away, and my grown children and I, along with their significant others, got away for a few days to one of his favorite spots in Florida. I’ve heard this one-year point called every thing from “death anniversary” to “angelversary” to, as one crazy widow […]
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Years ago, I had an “incident” with a fun house barrel. A and I, along with my brother, his wife, and their two boys, had taken our girls to a local fair (years before our son was born or even thought about). The small town agricultural fair is pretty much tradition for anyone who grew up […]
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