Hi, I’m Daisy! Thank you for visiting and allowing me to share my journey through loss and grief. I hope this website and blog will provide a sliver of comfort to those experiencing loss as well. Sometimes just knowing that you are not alone on this challenging journey can bring a bit of relief.
Wishing you hope, light and healing,
Daisy
Explore and Express Your Grief
In my last blog post, Lean Into Your Grief and Loss, I talked about consciously allowing and acknowledging your thoughts and emotions, whatever they may be at that moment. Healing takes work, not just time, and we must go through grief, not around it. Exploring and expressing our grief helps…
Lean Into Your Grief and Loss
Grief sucks. Big time. Wouldn’t it be great if we could just ignore our grief? Just push it aside, perhaps by keeping so busy that we don’t have time to deal with it? Tuck it away by focusing on everything and anything other than our pain and our emotions? I…
Finding a New Purpose in Widowed Life
When my spouse died in 2011, life as I knew it came to a jarring standstill. Thinking back, it was like being completely immersed in reading a book, but then suddenly, midsentence, the rest of the story disappeared. Blank pages. Everything gone, vanished. Only the past was left, no more…
Feeling Guilty About Being Happy
The following is a blog post I wrote on Widowed Village back in 2013. Their website has recently been redesigned and it’s no longer available there. I thought I’d share it here. This is an issue I think many of us are struggling with as we slowly heal from our…
Another Year Gone By, Widowed for Nine Years Now
I haven’t written in a while. December is always a tough month for me. Between our wedding anniversary on the 2nd, the anniversary of his death on the 15th, and then the Christmas craziness, it’s really a month I would rather skip altogether. We would have been married for 31…
I’m Widowed, and Yes, I Do Crazy and Weird Things
Widowhood. It changes everything. When I lost my husband, my whole world broke down. It was like the rug was pulled out from under me. For a while, I wasn’t really living, I was just barely hanging in there, doing what I had to do because I had no choice….