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When Widows Should Heed Their Friends' Advice

During my first year of widowhood, most of my friends had no idea what I was going through but they had more common sense than I did. I did know I was crazy for awhile.


I cry myself to sleep

Behind closed doors I weep

But I make it day by day

God you have showed me the way

I feel the pain, hurt & sorrow

Because of You, I live for tomorrow


Yes, they're coming! We can't hide, it's inevitable. The holidays are here!

The New Normal...

It’s been quite some time since I’ve written a blog as it’s been hard to figure out what to really write about. We, and when I say “we” I am talking about Ed and I, started this blog to keep everyone up to date on his battle with sarcoma. That was the purpose. Well, as we all know, his battle is over. So do I end the blog especially since it’s no longer “we”?

A Resource for Widowed Fathers

You don’t have to be a psychologist or a bereavement care specialist to appreciate the impact that a mother’s death has on the family system and on a child’s developmental trajectory.

The Top 10 Lessons I Learned From Grief

#10  I didn't care what anyone thought about how I grieved:

Grief made me go crazy for a while. I was selfish and self-centered. Thankfully, my family and friends supported me through and took care of my children until I came to my senses.

#9  I prayed:

Our Life

I have been told that one thing that would help me is to get out and volunteer.  I've thought about it, but I know I am not ready yet.  Losing Ray has been so very hard.  He was my strength when I was down.  You see, when I met Ray, I had very little trust in men.  In fact, I was scared to death of being alone with a man. 


My mind says he's gone

my heart says no.

I look for him

I listen for his voice

I miss sharing my day with him

I miss his endearing words

I miss his wisdom

What I Couldn't Have...My Best Friends' Husbands

I sense there are other widows that felt vulnerable after their spouses died just as I did. In my denial of grief, about the 3 to 4 month marker, I admit I started to yearn for a male's touch.

My Journey.. I Own it.

I will never be a girl who lives her life within the invisible boundaries of the world’s expectation of perfection. I will always tell a dirty joke, and leave my house in a heartbeat for any reason to avoid a basket of ironing. I will live with baggage of sadness and keep it close, because it was “my” journey.

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