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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Things I Miss

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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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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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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