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.
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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My husband was a rather private man. Despite being charming and well-liked by most people, he was still quite an enigma. A recent conversation with my cousin (yes, that one, the one who dropped everything to rush more than 1,000 miles away to ensure I was OK when A was hospitalized) made me realize how little […]
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I’ve avoided posting anything for several days now, mainly because I’m not sure what to say that I haven’t already said many times in various ways. It all boils down to the fact that I really miss my husband and I’m sad, and angry, and hollow knowing I’ll always miss him and there’s nothing I […]
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This week, I’ve had several conversations with different individuals each essentially inquiring where I am in my journey of healing, and, like I tend to do often, I’ve mulled over my replies long after the conversations are through. While truthful, at least to a certain extent, my responses don’t tell the whole story; it’s really […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 