Our awesome Friday writer, Kelley Lynn, is having some technical difficulties today while attending Camp Widow West, so she’s asked me to write something in her place. I didn’t hesitate to help her out, even though I have other work to be writing on this morning that I’m actually a bit behind schedule on! Now, this got me thinking about the…
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Something Sad
So I am suddenly on the mainland. My stepdaughter, the one with the three kids, called me the other day asking whether I could come if she flew me in to help her with the three kids while she managed their move to another state, my son-in-law having been suddenly called in to another job in yet another state this week, and of course, I was thrilled…
This Ugly World…but, oh, the Love~
It’s overwhelming, isn’t it? The ugliness of the world, I mean. At a time when we are trying to figure out our own smaller worlds, without our beloveds in our life. At a time when the world already seems so unsafe and so uncertain because that person, our person, is no longer here, and then…another big ugly thing happens.Chuck was…
Legacy of a Tree
The American Chestnut is a large, stately, useful tree. At one time, over a quarter of the eastern American woods were populated by this tree. The wood is rot resistant, the nuts are delicious, and even the oils in its bark has medicinal properties. Nobody wanted to see the Chestnut go away, and it didn’t want to die off. Over eons it…
Surviving Graduation
There is no reason a child should experience the heartache of losing a parent at a young age. I will never forget having to tell my kids that their daddy was gone. Less than one month after his death my daughter graduated preschool. I can’t even begin to explain how heartbreaking it was to have to sit there and watch her sing her songs and recite…
A Letter to My Younger Self
Dear Younger Self, Today is the four year anniversary of that horrible day… and you are just beginning on this ride of horrors. I wish I could have been there at the beginning. From here, there is so much I can tell you about what you’ll be facing in the years ahead, and about what wondrous things will unfold, too. I wanted to take a moment to…
Strange New World
Thursday was my third wedding anniversary. This one felt slightly different to the previous two, however it was still as sad. The night before, I stayed at my boyfriend’s place and when we went to bed it all caught up with me. I couldn’t believe that this time three years ago I was spending the night with my bridesmaids, getting ready to…
Paper Bag
No idea what I want to say today. I am feeling so restless. Right this minute, this week, this year. In life. I have always been someone who knows what I want. Someone with specific goals and dreams, and a certain and roundabout way of getting there. I have always had a vision. Lately though, I’m having a lot of trouble seeing things.
Never Far
Death is never far from my mind. That probably resonates with plenty of other widowed people, as well as some who have suffered the passing of someone close to them. This past month, a friend of mine died, far too young. But my mom’s friend died too, which was very sad and perhaps unnecessary given the particular circumstances. Another extended…
Rhetorical Questions of the Night~
I ponder these questions in the darkness of my sleepless nights, not expecting any answers, but wondering, always, knowing I’m not alone in thinking these questions, and knowing, too, that any answers can take a lifetime~Where is Chuck? Is there an afterlife? How can I have believed so strongly in an afterlife of some sort, but, the…
I’m Not Made of Stone
Two years ago today, Megan was admitted to the hospital for the final time. Her rejection had already been diagnosed months before, and she was heading in for a yet another check-up and round of tests. Her dad was going to take her to the appointment, I was going to head to work, and she would be back in the evening. I carried her to the car…
Welcome Our New Writer Michelle Midgett
“It’s ok”. “What’s ok”? I replied. “Life, life will be ok”. This is the conversation that will always haunt me. This was the conversation my husband, Joey and I had the morning of his death. We were sitting in the car both frustrated with what now I realize is such minuscule issues. Had I known the truth of that day what would I of…