Andrea Remke lives in Northern Kentucky. She has a degree in communications and journalism from Saint Mary’s College, South Bend, Ind. She is a recently widowed mom to an 11-year-old, twin 8-year-olds, and a 6-year-old. She is a freelance writer and blogs at www.kymomtotwinsandmore.com. Find her on Facebook and Twitter @andrealremke.
As Mother’s Day approaches this year, I exhaustedly celebrate being a mother of four. This little piece of paper reminds me that the plans I make are never as exquisite as the ones already designed for me.
As I near two years since the death of my husband, I’m always looking. You see, I never got a goodbye. I woke up one Sunday morning in November and he was gone. I will forever regret that I never got a chance to say goodbye.
My twins were created 10 years ago today. In a little plastic dish that now sits in a box of keepsakes in my basement. I’ve never really talked about it before outside of my close friends and family. It was back during a time when back-to-back miscarriages left me thinking I was only going to
Even now, a year and a couple months after my husband died, the tears of anger and sadness I’ve shed behind closed doors have all been for HIM, not me.
My life this past year since I lost my husband Matthew has been much of that– extreme highs and some really low lows.
When one door closes, another opens…unless the door can’t close because your foot is stuck. This is the monster that is “dating after becoming a widow”.
Sometimes life is like reading a really good book but it has a really crappy ending and you are left sitting there saying, “Seriously? That can’t be it.”