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.
Some days are better than others. That’s the simplest explanation. There are days when I can look back at the life I had with A and smile at all of the amazing memories we made. I look at our three wonderful children and remember how proud of them he was, how excited he was for […]
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I’m fairly certain most people have at least a working knowledge of the Five Stages of Grief (or Seven, depending on which school of thought you subscribe to). I know it was something I studied in an early Psychology class in college many moons ago, but as I was young and had been fairly protected […]
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Each day that passes brings me further from the only life I knew. And the only man I wanted to spend it with. On my way to work this morning, I started thinking about all the things I missed from that life. Some of the things are simple, some are silly, and some are quite […]
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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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I need to warn you right up front. This post is going to be a bit different than most before and may cross the line into TMI. If you have delicate sensibilities, you may want to skip this one and wait for the next, but in the interest of complete honesty and full disclosure, this […]
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Just when I feel I’ve turned a corner, and just maybe things will be a bit easier for me (not easy, just easier), I’m yanked backwards by some unseen force, much like an invisible rubber band that allows me to get only so far before snapping back, and I can almost hear an evil cackle […]
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