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 had asked me 6 months ago who my closest friends were, my husband would have been at the top of the list. Those who rounded out my Top 5 would probably have been a bit different, however. The friends and family I would have expected to step up if things got difficult for […]
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Have you ever seen those giant buckets at a water park or splash pad? The kind that slowly fill up, occasionally splashing a bit here and there, before finally tipping completely over and dumping massive amounts of water on anyone below them? It appears that grief can sometimes feel like that. It seems that over […]
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I had a discussion earlier this week with a friend. She’s not a close friend, as much through logistics as anything else, I suppose, since we live more than 1200 miles away from one another and run in mostly different circles. When we have gotten together in the past, mainly at larger gatherings, I have […]
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Some days I feel as though I’ve lost my already questionable grip on reality. Even though I know that my husband is gone, I often find myself simply waiting for him to come home. This isn’t the same feeling as wanting to call him before remembering he’s not there. It’s not that momentary lapse in […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 