Ooooh… Barracuda

This past weekend marked 5 months since my husband passed away.  As such, it was an emotional time with much reflection on our life together, his passing, and what has transpired since.   Life has certainly changed for me… dramatically.  Which, of course, is an understatement. The mullet were running this weekend, and my son was […]

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An Open Book

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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Washed Away

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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Relentless Reality

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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Losing It

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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Dry Spell

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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Airborne

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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