Words. I think about words in this widowed life. How can I, how do I, describe this widow life? What word best describes this widow life? It’s difficult to find that one word, isn’t it, because there are so damn many that apply, to this widow life. Dislocated. Discombobulated (that’s my fave), disoriented, disengaged, disturbed, disconnected,…
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Driftwood
I stayed up. I was drained. I was exhausted. But I stayed up. It became my mission of madness. To anyone else, it was just a simple “Happy Birthday” but to Linzi…it signified another year of survival. I wanted to be the first to say it on a night she was perhaps at her lowest, and not just lowest that week…but probably her whole life. …
Moment of Silence for Football Widows ….
Every single year, at this time of the year and until the conclusion of football season in February with the Superbowl, millions of women, and in few cases, men, all over America, suffer alone. Their suffering is so great, that they take their plight to the masses; posting all over social media about how they will once again be a football…
I Get It Now, and I’m Sorry
Lately, I have been finding myself in situations that I have been in before, except this time, Im in the situation as the other person, and the other person is my forever dead husband. The other night, I found myself sitting in his recliner chair, and talking to him in a whisper, which I do from time to time, and I was saying: “I get it now. And…
Yeah, I’m Good With it~
But don’t you want to be happy? Don’t you owe it to your kids to remember you as happy? Life is supposed to be happy. Maybe you’re depressed. Don’t you want to be happy? You’ve heard the same questions and comments. I know you have. Because you’re a widow/er just like me and you are surrounded by similar people. Or, if you’re public…
Happy Anniversary, Ben The Titan
At the time of this writing it is September 24th. Today is my 23rd wedding anniversary. I know that everyone out there reading this post can understand that this is a difficult week for me. I miss Ben beyond measure every single day, but on our anniversary, well, that’s one of the tougher ones. I wrote an anniversary letter to Ben on my…
The Echo
So, I apoligize ahead of time for the sheer laziness of this, but my brain cannot think of even ONE thing to say today, and so I figured a good thing to do would be to re-post a poetry piece that I posted in here a couple of yearss ago. It is ssomething I think will resonate always, that feeling of that empty space where they used to be , and how…
Never Have I Ever~
How about…let’s play a possibly desperate game of Never Have I Ever… Or, conversely, Never Did I Ever… Never have I ever… Felt this level of loneliness and aloneness, no matter where I am, whether I’m surrounded by others, no matter what I’m doing.Never did I ever… Imagine that I would ever, could ever, live without you for 4 years…
Counting Life
Yesterday was my 3 month anniversary. 3 months ago yesterday, I chose love again. 3 months ago yesterday, I let love in. 3 months ago yesterday, I faced the terror that I could very well lose this person that I love all over again, and I decided that loving him was worth that pain. 3 months ago yesterday, I began my next great love…
Triangles and Shapes and Pillows~
My fingers lightly grazed your arm, Hairs tickling sensitive tips They slid along your shoulders, Feeling their breadth and strength. My hips tucked themselves into yours, As we slept. Your arm curled behind your back To pull me more snugly into you. Our bodies tucked and curved into one another, one passion filled night after another. Toes…
Anxiety
This new version of life. This life that exists in the now. The one where my husband, is no longer my husband, by law. Because he is dead. And you can’t be married to a dead person. By law. You might still FEEL married, like I did, for almost 4 years, after his death. You might feel as if even looking at another man is…
Simple Words, Again.
I don’t really have any words this week. I miss my husband more than any words can convey. The more time passes, the more months go by, the more deeply embedded his absence from my life becomes. If I were to write a full blog this week, it would consist of I miss you, I miss you, I miss you over and over and…