Halloween and Grief

Halloween and Grief

Is Halloween Offensive to Grievers? It’s almost Halloween again. I’ve never really been a fan of Halloween and all the scary and weird stuff that comes with it. No, I’d rather not have giant spiders, skeletons, ghosts and gravestones decorating my yard. While lots of people enjoy it, it’s just…

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At The Hospital

...and my heart wept all over again.

Memories came flooding back. Dark memories of hours upon hours spent at the hospital. Or at the cancer center for his radiation or chemo. Or accompanying him to get blood transfusions. And days and nights at hospice until the inevitable sad end. The Trigger My grandson broke his arm and…

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Forgetting You Is Impossible

Forgetting You Is Impossible

You’ve been gone for so long. The first few years without you were insanely difficult. There’s no way to adequately describe the pain, heartbreak, and despair. I thought about you all day, and I cried myself to sleep at night. The tears were always just one memory, one grief trigger…

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Would He Be Proud?

Would he be proud?

I’ve been widowed for eleven and a half years now. My life is so very different from what it used to be. When I lost him, everything changed, and I changed too. Sometimes I wonder what my late husband would think about all the choices and decisions I made since…

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My New 4-Legged Companion

Widowhood can get so lonely. I miss having someone around, someone to talk to. My attempts at dating have all failed and, at least for right now, I’m done with that. But I do have a new companion, a four-legged one! You may know from my post in January that…

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Beautiful, Bittersweet Memories

Beautiful, bittersweet memories

Flowers are blooming everywhere. I love flowers and gardening. The other day, while I was driving around running errands, I saw a cluster of roadside daylilies. Seeing them brought back beautiful, yet bittersweet memories. It brought me back to a time when my late husband and I were young, just…

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