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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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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It Ain’t Easy Being Green

One of the things I’ve realized in the past few months is how much I took for granted in the previous 32 years.  Having fallen in love at such a young age meant that I was one-half of a couple before I ever truly understood (and appreciated) how unusual (and wonderful) it was. Through the […]

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