Please excuse me while I quote Marcia Brady from the famous episode of “The Brady Bunch”, where The Monkees Davy Jones kisses her cheek, and she holds it and declares: “I will never wash this cheek again.” Wednesday, August 31, 2016, my biggest crush in life, Harry Connick Jr., kissed my cheek. And hugged me. At least 3 times. And sang a song about…
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So I Don’t Fade~
I do love writing for Widows Voice. It’s my saving grace each week. But I also struggle, many weeks, to come up with something to write here. Not because I have nothing to write about. But because there is so much to write about that words and sentences fail me.Each time I sit down to write, here or on my personal blog, or on my Happily…
Another first without him
This time last year my daughter started kindergarten. It didn’t seem real that this monumental time was happening and her dad wasn’t there to see it. My heart always grieves heavier for my children when I think about all the things they are going to miss with their dad. So many footstones that will take place over their lifetime, and they will…
Here’s to Grief
Sometimes it’s pretty cool how grief can unify people. This past week has been an especially social one, and grief played a part in each and every situation that came up. Between all the busyness of life, neither Mike nor I have made much time for hanging out with friends since I moved almost a year ago. With many of his friends not local, and…
If You Werent Dead
The other day, a dear widower friend called me, and could immediately sense in my tone, that something was off. “What’s wrong?”, he said. “Nothing,” I answered, not because I was trying to be vague, but more because I couldn’t really identify a specific thing that was wrong. So he said: “Come on. I know you better than that. Something’s wrong. What…
Idle Thoughts instead of~
Idle thoughts because I feel like shit and can’t summon up the energy to form a full sentence~ Being sick sucks. Being sick while widowed sucks bigger. It adds to the sense of aloneness. Even when it’s only a head cold, but the exhaustion of living years without your person sets in at the same time and it becomes bigger than it is.It makes me…
The Things Inside
*(I am filling in for Mike today, as he had some emergencies at work come up that needed to be taken care of, and couldn’t fulfill his widowed blogging duties for today. And as everyone knows, if the widowed person cannot fulfill the widowed duties, another widowed Runner-Up steps in and fulfills those duties for them. So, here I am, and Mike will…
Keep the traditions alive
For the past 15 years my family and I have taken our vacation to Myrtle Beach, SC. When Joey and I started dating he started coming with us. Over the years of marriage and children it has become our family tradition as well. Last year we came a month after Joeys passing. I remember very little of the trip. I was constantly faking a smile and trying…
Trust Your Gut
Last month was the 5 year mark since my husband’s sudden death. About 11 months after he died, I started going to see my grief counselor/therapist. I found her through a series of other therapists that were either not a match for me, didn’t get it at all, or were way too expensive. (and for me, way too expensive = any money at all, since Im broke.)…
Facing your fears
Two weeks ago my oldest son was involved in a bicycle accident. He was being a typical 14 year old boy and decided to ride is bike down an extremely steep hill and lost control at the end. The handlebar stabbed him in the stomach, he was then thrown off the bike. He was conscious but immediately began to throw up. Thank God his friend was with him…
The Choice That Isn’t A Choice
There is a question that I hear asked within the widowed community, over and over again, time after time, on an endless loop. Widowed people, for whatever reason, seem to like asking one another this question, and seem to enjoy dissecting the meaning of the various answers to the question, when asking another fellow widowed person. The question…
Why am I still here?
When someone you truly love dies you cannot help but feel empty and useless. You wonder why and how you will live this life without them. For me I know I have to; I have four kids depending on me. I can’t let them down, I can’t leave them. But for a long time my mentality was I needed to live long enough to raise them, get them off on their own…