Mike is unable to post today, so we went back into our archives and found this gem that he wrote back in 2015. His words still hold true today, so enjoy this replay of his post… When Megan died, i went into full sensory deprivation mode. I could no longer see her face, hear her voice, taste her lips, smell her body wash, or touch her skin.
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Sometimes the Scary Thing Brings the Most Support – Sharing
So I’ll finally share with you that when Clayton passed away I was terrified of the insecurity and my financial stability. I had no idea what to do and the thought of getting a third job (because grief is my second job) was overwhelming. At the time, my sister had started using essential oils and had just started sharing them with her friends and…
You Feel Far Away
It’s been almost 8 years since you died. I moved out of our apartment long ago. Then I moved again. And then again. Then I made a big move out of the NY area completely – leaving where we shared all of our years together. I have a totally different job than when you were alive. I’m going into real estate. I wrote about you. About us.We…
Loved Still, Loved Always ~ Flash Back
Alison wrote in today to say that she wouldn’t be able to write her blog, so we chose a piece that she shared in 2016 that we thought you would enjoy. <3 These days that stretch and wind and turn and curve Nights that do the same This life filled with unknowing and uncertainty And grief and loss and wandering and wondering Roads that stretch and…
Nobody Remembers (Repeat)
Kelley Lynn is out of town this week and is not able to post her weekly Friday blog, so we went back to a post she wrote 5 years ago about the weight that comes with making sure our loved ones are remembered. Even five years later, we’ll bet that many of you can relate to her words… If you are widowed, and you are reading this, then you know…
Celebrations Realization~
I spent Mother’s Day with our youngest son and his wife and 2 year old son. They were loving and lovely and welcoming and it was a totally enjoyable time. Even as it was heart ripping and filled with emotion because, you know…dead husband.I’m in year 6 of this widowed life. You’d think I would have calmed the fuck down by now, right? In the…
Where Are You Mike?
I often say aloud, “Where are you?” I hold my hands out in front of me and hope to sense him in the air. I miss his physical presence and sometimes the lack of it makes me want to crawl out of my own skin. This widow life, it is…
National Widows Day is a Thing
Today is National Widows Day. There is also something called International Widows Day. The purposes of both of these days is to A: acknowledge widowed people B: be kind to widowed people C: spread awareness about how widowhood affects a persons life, and how, in some parts of the world, widows are even looked down upon or in danger. So, I do…
Hollow Inside
In every store you visit the shelves are lined with colorful, foil wrapped chocolate bunnies. They stand neatly organized in the aisles, adorned with ribbons and bows. At first glance, these holiday treats catch your eye because they look shiny and decadent. But, things aren’t as they appear. We know the bunnies are hollow inside even…
The Dress
I bought a dress. In and of itself this isn’t some big deal. But, in my situation, this ordinary task is monumental and significant. I bought a dress because it caught me eye. I liked it. It is simple and classy. It is white with small black polka dots. In my mind, it seems like something I would like to wear in Paris. I am…
Everything but the Kitchen Sink
As widowed people we do not talk about this enough. When they died, our sex lives died with them. There I said it. Sexual bereavement is a thing. It is very real and it profoundly affects us as we live on without the one we love. Daily, we miss the intimacy of being a couple. And, nothing, not one thing can replace this. The daily…
Wanderlust 2
Wanderlust take 2. I need to see new things. And, also, I need to see the same things – somewhere else. I need to stand on different street corners. And, walk roads that lead to new people and places. I need to breathe the air – somewhere else. Anywhere else. I feel like I am holding my breath, Living here in the outskirts of my old life.