It has been two years now. To help me see how much i have accomplished I decided to make a list of my accomplishments
I no longer cry when I say i am a widow- still can't say single
I longer cry myself to sleep- sleeping is getting better
I got rid of all his clothes and shoes- still have a jacket and a sweatshirt we used to share
The bathroom no…Continue
A couple months ago, I dropped my phone. The screen protector broke. It did exactly what it was designed to do. (Yay!) Then a couple days later, I dropped it again. (I'm hard on phones y'all.) Unfortunately, it landed on something right between the case and the screen protector, and shattered the screen.
No big deal, I thought to myself, I've destroyed my fair share of Straight Talk phones in the past. I'll just run to Wal-Mart and grab another one, just like I've always…Continue
Yesterday I moved all of my husbands clothes out of our room. Even his socks and jocks. And I am proud of myself.
It will be five months this week since he passed. Until yesterday all of his things were as he had left them. I had tidied a little but I couldn't bring myself to move them. His toiletries are all still in the bathroom where he left them. His hat is still perched on top of my wine rack ready for him to grab it on the way to work. his side of the bedroom is still a mess as…Continue
I became a widow at about 7:45am on Friday the 30th of March 2018. It was Good Friday and my husband became an Easter weekend road toll statistic. I was 42, my husband was 43. The entire family was in the car, our twins aged 13 and eldest aged 17. I was injured fairly seriously but the boys escaped with minor cuts and bruises. The boys pulled me from the wreckage. My husband, their dad died instantly. That's the bare facts of how I joined the "widow/er club".
As a new member, I knew…Continue
Over the last several months I have had many moments of reaching for or dealing with the phantoms around me. The phantom voice in the house, the reach across the bed for the movement that couldn't have happened. These I suspect are all normal things and with time they will slowly disappear, perhaps to my chagrin. I tried to cover the phantoms, keeping things piled up on her side of the couch so the emptiness wasn't there, putting teddy bears on her side of the bed. I even started making…Continue
So just about a week ago I decided it was time to empty one of my wife's dressers. I figured, no one will ever wear the underwear or socks again so they were logical to get rid of. I mean they are socks and underwear, they can't hold much in the way of memories. Oh what fool I am. Surprisingly the underwear went pretty easy, I saved out a few special pairs to keep in a drawer of her things, a pair of Pooh boxers which were so much her, but most of the real underwear went into a small…Continue
Today marks 3 months that I am without my beloved husband Mike. Every day gets harder and harder to go on without him. I feel like such a different person today than I was before he passed, The me that I was have died with him. I feel like I am only existing but not feeling. I am numb inside. I have no desire to do anything, It is so difficult to sleep and it is difficult to wake up without him. I often ask myself if I was a good enough wife and think of ways that I could have been better, I…Continue
I just wanted to share that I recently published a book on my grief and continued grief. It is all about my spouse who I lost last September - it is a book of poetry entitled My Groans Pour Out Like Water you can find it on Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/Groans-Pour-Out-Like-Water/dp/1987460162/) here and read some of the reviews on Goodreads here (…Continue
I am lonely, no getting over that fact. I can be out among people all day but I come home to an empty house. After almost six years I am still not used to that. Sometimes when I am sittting here on a cold winter's night when there is nothing worth watching on the television, when I've finished my latest book and become bored with handcraft, I can find myself with too much time to think. Tonight is one of those nights. So I thought about family life, how it was when we were first married, as…Continue
Today is one of those days, I woke up and realized I was alone. I'm not sure why I was shocked about that, my very first thought was to wonder where Jerry went and why he didn't wake me up. Then it hit me, these thoughts came in such rapid succession that I scarcely had time to blink. While I was still sitting on the side of my bed I thought, great, now I've set the tone for my day and haven't even stepped foot onto the floor.
Hours later, it's rainy and overcast the house is…
I having been thinking a lot lately, essential to who I am. Lately I cannot help but try and sort out my life as it is, and what it may look like in the future. For the last nearly two years, I struggled with what I thought was singular grief at the loss of my husband, the loss of our relationship and our future together. I came to realize that yes, that is the considerable cause of my sadness, but I came to another conclusion that may apply to others in my age group as well (born in the…Continue
I don't know about all of you, but I should not shop alone. My wife knew this, and would be sure to go with me if I went anywhere other than the grocery store, and even that could be dangerous. I always got what was on the list, but there was always something else that ended up in the cart. When we were shopping together, all it took was that glance from her and the thing went back on the self and I went back to pushing the cart. Now don't get me wrong and think I was the only one who…Continue
I was going through the closet today and found the garment bag with our wedding clothes in it..my breath caught in my chest for a minute. I haven't forgotten about them...I've always known they are there..every time I go into the closet I feel them. That sounds weird but its true. I took the bag down and walked into the bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed..holding the bag close as tears started to fall. Slowly I unzipped the bag and took out a black tux and a box that holds a red…Continue