The Jury Finds You… Guilty!

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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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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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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Refilling My Empty Tank

Yesterday was the four month mark of my husband’s passing.  I’ve always considered it an anniversary of sorts, but recently read a post about a woman who reached the one-year mark of her husband’s passing.  She accurately pointed out that the word “anniversary” makes it seem as if it’s a celebration, which this is clearly […]

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Waiting for the Fog to Lift

One of the most unexpected things about grieving the loss of my husband is how much energy it seems to expend. All my actions and thoughts seem to be much more difficult than they were back in March, and I become physically and mentally exhausted from the smallest efforts. My world has become blanketed with […]

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