I remember thinking on several occasions, “Why on earth am I saving all this crap?”. I thank G-d now that I did.
We know you mean well, but if one more person tells us everything happens for a reason, we MAY lose it. Don’t say time heals all wounds, or that you don’t know how we do it.
These past few years since losing my husband have been difficult, and fraught with many challenges along the way. As I began to emerge from the dark tunnel that I found myself sloshing through, I realize that I am lucky, and I am grateful
A widowed mom writes a letter to her daughter on her 18th birthday…
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.
“Just keep swimming” as Dory from the movie Finding Nemo would say. That’s what I did. One foot in front of the other. Again and again and again. Feeling all the feelings-the sad, the happy and everything in between… but never stopping.
In the 20 years since Greg died, there have been many technological advances and inventions. Things like the internet and Urban Dictionary and new words like “deathaversary” that aren’t real words but people say them anyway.
My husband died 16 years and 4 months ago, when we were both 29 years old. He was a Marine Corps helicopter pilot and he was killed 15 days after the start of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Only twelve short hours after I purchased my wedding dress, my fiance was killed by a drunk driver.
Whatever pain and scars you are trying to hide, may not ever fully heal. But, when you face them, when you show them, when you overcome them; there will be a story, a testimony of what you have made it through.