Wincesome rather than winsome. Newly going into the second year of grief and the truth is… my ‘efforts’ at a winsome widowhood existence leaves me…wincing. What was I thinking when I began this blog earlier this year? I thought, “I could be of help to those going through what I’m experiencing.” Maybe someday. Maybe when…
Walking at the Gardens seeing twos strolling along in winter sunshine for a fleeting moment I was tempted to despair–yet I chose to thank God for forty two years of being loved and cherished. I didn’t feel alone anymore.
It’s OK to let little things like an oximeter that once measured life giving O2 to aerate memories, push up tears, and remind me that my husband lived…and then died. It’s OK to be reminded of final moments. It’s OK to be reminded of the one who loved me and I loved back and who…
To Be Honest
Going through grief makes me feel so vulnerable…one moment I am confident that starting a blog about the journey of grief is a good thing…and then doubts follow. I think I should abandon the whole idea for fear I won’t follow through with what I began. I raise the question, “What more can I add…