“You have to move on.” If you’ve been widowed more than 90 days, you’ve inevitably heard that phrase from well-meaning family, friends and acquaintances. Move on… What many people don’t understand is that losing a spouse is the equivalent of a massive ball of soot...
It’s one of the most defining moments in my life since losing my husband. It was a couple days after the funeral and I was back at the cemetery which had become my place of solace (besides my shower, of course). As I sat on the grass, with my husband – the one person...
As a widowed community, we often lament about being disappointed by friends. Whether they think widowhood is contagious or that we’ve become man-eaters (and want their man), there is no shortage of reasons why once solid friendships dissolve. I know no doubt what I’m...
I am a card-carrying member of the same club. You know the one – the club none of us ever wanted to be part of. The club we were dragged into because of cancer, a drunk driver, a workplace accident or even suicide. Club membership comes with gossip, innuendoes,...
There is something unnatural about talking to your husband and then within hours, he’s dead. I became a widow with no warning other than my hubby just wasn’t feeling well. Not feeling well comes with an expectation that the person will get better. Not feeling well...
I stared at the television. Mouth open. Rebecca Pearson, played by Mandy Moore, had just described my life. Her words were haunting. It appears the writer for the hit show, “This Is Us”, had somehow peeked inside my world and compared my life – the before and after....
