My fourth grade year concluded with long shadows cast over it.
The class was all elbows and knees. Everything seemed like possibility upon possibility. Though I was never the center of attention, I quietly went about making friends. Among my classmates were “the twins”, Bobby and Ricky. They looked remarkably similar. Bobby was a wee bit taller, had a…Continue
I think that I today ,realized that my husband (because he was sick for so long) has left us much longer then six month ago and that made me very said.I wonder how he left and I did not realized it.My daughter said ,that he left us last May ,when the found all his brain tumors and I was just to bussy, finding new cures to see it.Maybe she is right ,I lost him so much longer then what it seams.So where do I go from here ?I guess ,I have to start a new life .I will call it my second…Continue
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|Joyce Carol Oates with husband #2 at their…|
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After Ken died, our children were little. I didn't want them to forget the memories that belonged to them of their father; not just the stories others would tell them about him, but their very own personal memories. So, night after night, in the days following his…Continue
No one has ever had the balls to ask me if I’m “over it”. I’m glad no one has had them yet for fear of what I might do to someone who would ask me such a thing. It. There’s a great discussion happening on a new widow forum that I’m helping to moderate. One of the forum topics asks readers if the second year is worse? I couldn’t help responding with a simple ‘YES’. I wanted to scream and tell the world, “YES, THE SECOND YEAR SUCKS, I’M NOT OVER IT, MY HUSBAND’S DEAD AND NOW IT FEELS…Continue
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Here is the one I write on the most:
and this one when I'm feeling like writing stuff I cant say on the other one:
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I've been attending church again. Gasp, I know! I have probably gone to church more in the past two months than I have in the past two years. It's a big commitment/step. I like to draw things from the sermons, even if, in my brain, I can't quite take it to the God level. But, I can take it to my level, where I can look at what the pastor says according to God, and see how I can apply it in my life. This past week, the pastor focused on the past, and how it affects our future but does…Continue
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OK, I know that widowy isn’t a word, but it is a description of how I feel today. Widowy isn’t quite full on sadness. Widowy is more like melancholy. My grief, my sadness blows around me like a gentle breeze. It’s a breeze that I notice, but it’s not the hurricane force of grief that can throw me to the ground. Widowy for me is kind of sweet and sad all together.
Here in Arizona, the weather is cold, but beautiful these days. In the end of January and early February the events…Continue
Or should I say,
After your ashes spread,
away from the sun.
Artificial indoor light
bulbs burning all night long
through the winter
after you had gone.
Spring 2006 came on
like a dirty rat
revealing everyone's bliss,
my empty, messy lot.
I didn't want to look,
didn't have the right lens,
needed a box with a pinhole
to take in the…Continue
Today I had doctors appointment in Tinley Park --I was so proud, I found the place and was on time and everything went really well. When I get in my car to go home, I burst into tears and for the next 35 miles cried like he died this morning. I have no idea why sometimes it cuts so deep and hurts so badly. I need to get back my relationship with God - I just need a little more time on that. It is hard not to think about the past, the present or the future. What does one think about…Continue
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