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.
Several months ago, long before I was quite ready to read it, a friend gave me a cute, little butterfly pin and a book about grief, Good Grief: Healing Through the Shadow of Loss by Deborah Morris Coryell. At the time, I was touched by the pin and immediately attached it to my purse, but […]
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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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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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Many Faces of Cheri G 