One, Two, Three: The Widow is Me
You would think that once your tears fall on a dead body you are able to comfort others more easily when it comes to death. But instead, it’s more difficult.
White, Widowed, and Privileged
While I can control my own actions, I cannot choose how I’m labeled. I am white, widowed, and privileged. I can’t deny any of those.
We’ve Been Here Before
It’s our time to adapt again. To continue learning about this new world we live in. To take inventory of what’s working and what isn’t and make the necessary changes.
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.
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 …