Stacy was a stay-at-home mom/part-time preschool teacher whose life was turned upside down in 2011 when her husband passed away suddenly of a heart attack. She is raising her two fabulous daughters, now ages 18 and 20, who are turning into wonderful young women. In 2016, she started a blog about her experience as a young widow, The Widow Wears Pink. This led her to write for other publications including Huffington Post, Today.com, Scary Mommy, Grown & Flown, Kveller, Modern Loss, Thought Catalog, and many more. In 2018 she started Living the Second Act with fellow writer Mimi Golub. Today, Stacy and her daughters are happily living their "new normal" while always keeping her husband's spirit alive.
Medication? I had never considered that before. My husband died – of course I was sad. That didn’t mean I was “depressed”. I was always a glass-half-full, easy-going kind of girl. I was not someone who took meds.
When my husband passed away eight years ago, household repairs were on my very long list of things to worry about. Granted, he couldn’t actually fix things, but he was the one responsible for getting it done in some way.
My first thought as I looked at our table was, “Well, this is very Modern Family”. The widow with the divorced guy and four daughters between them, some with significant others, one being same-sex.
I believe a parent feels it in their soul when their child is in the wrong place. Staying or leaving, you need to make the choice that is right for your family. Drown out all the other noise.
I’m taking it waaaaayyyyy back. The early eighties – disco may have been dead but dance music was very much alive. How many of these do you remember? Did I leave out your favorite?
I don’t just have an empty nest, I have a solo empty nest. That was what faced me that morning. In five days I would not be waking up to a quiet house, I would be waking up to a silent house.
It’s Back-to-School Time! Test your knowledge of one of the best high school movies of all time – The Breakfast Club! How did you do?
She did go back to her room and took the Benadryl but her symptoms were not getting better, they were getting worse. This was when she called me.
Why do we want what we can’t have? Why do things that didn’t interest us suddenly become interesting when they are wanted by others?
Where my daughter once had a constant stream of invitations for plans, she was now having to be the one to reach out. When she did reach out, a lot of the girls were suddenly busy with other things.