What the Widowed Think About When They Talk About Love
It’s difficult to talk about love without the heaviness of loss pushing in. But we try.
Category: Notes
Screaming Silence
It’s calm now. The chaos is subsiding.
And it’s silent. On the outside.
Standing Naked
I’ve been stripping everything and anything that doesn’t belong to me while realizing nothing ever did.
Dark Rainbows Through the Holidays
And so we celebrate. We paint ornaments. We bake cookies. We hang our stockings. We go out and look at the pretty lights.
We Can Learn From the Way Children Grieve
It is said that 1 in 7 children will experience the death of a sibling or parent by the time they turn 20. While families do grieve together, they are each grieving something slightly different. And just like adults, no child grieves exactly the same.
Scratching the Surface
I think back to that little girl and I vow to now always be the woman she needed and to show my children that vulnerability isn’t a weakness. It’s a sign of passion. It’s a sign your heart has touched something.
Tinder for a Tender Heart
It always interests me when widows begin talking about dating. I’m a magnet to the comment section. There are so many different perspectives. Some don’t even consider it for ten years and others start almost immediately. There’s no wrong way. There’s no right way. And your timeframe on when you start dating isn’t a reflection …
When All the Gifts are Wrapped
We can’t change our last words to him. We can’t change that when all the gifts are wrapped and set underneath the tree, he isn’t standing beside me. We can’t change that he won’t be helping them with their gifts on Christmas morning.
When the Mind goes Blank
Because you were you, and then he entered, and now you’re you. And that’s just that.
Pure Eyes, Dirty Hands
I am a firm believer that empathy only leaves you when you’ve convinced your mind that no one cares about your pain. If yours doesn’t matter, why should theirs? And when I sit somewhere and I look up at a metal roof—first, I think of my husband. Second, I think of the crash. Third, I think of that man’s eyes.