Orlando. Dallas. Alton Sterling. Philando Castile. So many others. So many lives. So much violence. So much racism. So much hate. Not enough listening. Not enough hearing. Not enough empathy. The words that follow here will not be ‘political” in nature, though I will be sharing my political opinions a bit. Despite this, I choose to see…
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My Husband’s Son
I will never forget the morning I had to tell my children their daddy was gone. My five year old daughter took it the hardest. She understood the words I was saying, although she couldn’t comprehend the true meaning of it she knew death meant he wasn’t coming home. My four year old son did not understand it at, his response was “Ok can I go…
Visiting A Past I Never Knew
I’m on the road as a write this. Somewhere just past Birmingham on the way to the Great Smoky mountains. Mike, Shelby and I have been on a long road trip from Ohio to Texas, and now we’re meandering back on a longer, more scenic route.We visited so many friends and family while in Texas, traveled all across the state from Dallas to Padre Island…
The Tsunami of July
We all have one. Well, those of us who are widowed people. And most likely, anyone who has lost someone they love dearly, to death. However, since I am a widowed person, I can only speak from the widowed lense, and I can tell you with 1000% accuracy, that we all have one. For me, it’s July. We all have our month on the calendar. That month that…
Running through Grief
Two years ago my friend Sam convinced me to run the Warrior Dash; Joey, my husband decided he would do it too. I was very nervous. I was scared I wouldn’t be able to keep up or get through the obstacles. But whenever I did anything with Joey I always tried to keep up with him; I never wanted to let him down. So the first half we did together…
I Am Not What I Feel
A few days ago, I returned from Camp Widow San Diego, where I attended and gave my 10th comedic presentation. Since 2013, I have been a presenter at Camp Widow in all three locations; Tampa, San Diego, and Toronto. Last weekend was my 10th time standing in front of over a hundred widowed people, and hearing them laugh. It is truly one of my…
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…
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.
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…
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…
Things That Never Were
Last night I had a beautiful dream. We, my husband Don and I, were at my brother’ house in Massachusetts. My parents were there too, and my brother and his wife Jen were outside jumping on their brand new trampoline with their two kids, Brian and Jillian, and our daughter, Isabella. Jillian and Isabella were laughing as they were being twirled…