Dissecting the Brick
With every piece I unveil and discover, I learn more about myself. Whether it’s ugly or beautiful, it’s almost always inspiring.
The Moment
I still have never felt as much shock to my body as I did in that moment. The moment everything changed. Even after speaking with doctors and sitting next to his hospital bed knowing he was never coming home, the crash that hit my body with his last breath is something I wouldn’t wish upon …
Sometimes I Get Sappy
I got you, Mom. You can do this. Don’t worry. That’s what my son said to me as he looked up at his extremely uncomfortable and nervous mother. As I’m learning to fix things on my own around our house, I recently had to pull out my husband’s tall ladder to reach the peaks of …
Transitions
We can control our smiles, words, and posture; but we cannot hide the story of our eyes.
Unique and Rather Ordinary
Summer lovin’ happened so fast… Wait, what? Summer dating has not been a blast. Everyone is breaking out of their quarantine bubbles and wanting to meet others and the idea of romance is running wild… How did your stomach feel when you read that? Did your face crunch up a bit? When I was in …
The Comfort and Restrictions of our Grief
How does grief feel to you? Heavy bricks? A blanket wrapped around you? An endless tidal wave? Calm forest? I’ve heard all of those before. While widows can relate to one another, we still experience our grief and our loss individually. I often refer to grief as bricks when it gets heavy. I also believe …
I Am Not Okay (and that’s okay)
It’s not possible to be okay all the time.
That Distant, Pretty View
When everything crumbles around you, you see all the pieces that were hiding.
No More Blindfolds
The blindfolds are ripped off. Completely gone within one moment. That was the past and now we are here. Instantly. No choice.
Round and Round and Different It Goes
It doesn’t get easier. It doesn’t get harder. It keeps getting different.