I’m not the filthy kind of person the title of this post might lead you to believe. There’s a reason for my resolve to not wash my sheets again (at least for now). My husband and I last slept within those sheets together the night he went to the hospital…his last night in our bed. While…
Those words from my little three-year-old blonde bundle pierced my heart this morning, “You not die Mommy?” I carried him into preschool as those very words came from his lips. I stopped in my tracks. I’ve had some very difficult drop-offs with Austyn lately at school. He loves going there, and this didn’t happen until…
I’ll never forget the last conversation I had with my precious Joel. Those words will both forever bless me and haunt me. The conversation was beside his bed in the ICU. He drew me in close. We both knew the ventilator would be inserted soon, and we didn’t know how long it would be before…
Joel – you were one of the hardest working men I knew. Not just for our family but in each area of our lives. You took care of virtually everything, especially after I started making the commute to/from Asheville for work in these most recent of months. While I might have made the meal plans and…
I learned this during Widow Journey #1. Grief is not linear. I had the naive idea I would simply walk through the steps of grief, check the boxes off as I completed each one until I reached the end of the list. It surprised me (initially)…it doesn’t work that way. Grief is so much messier…
I know the emotion of anger is a common one of grief. I probably experienced it more times than I can count the first time I became a widow. I’ve encountered small bouts of it already in my 11 days on this grief journey. Yesterday, however, beat all. I felt I had “anger overload”. Everything set…
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