Life as a Young Widow
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I’m going to share a bit about my favourite grief theory (kind of crazy that I have a favourite grief theory, hey?) – it’s called the continuing bonds theory. Here is a quick overview I’m taking word-for-word from this website: When your loved one dies, grief isn’t about working through a linear process that ends…
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I’m writing this from Costa Rica. Obviously it is a beautiful spot to be, and I’m about to start a week long yoga and healing retreat here which I’m sure will be amazing for me. But… It was really hard for me to actually come on this trip. I was dragging my feet on packing, so…
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That was the question asked as my bag rolled into the extra screening at airport security when traveling over Christmas. Hmm what powder do I have in my bag? Oh right… that’s my husband. It’s my husband’s ashes. I’d brought along a bag with some of Tom’s ashes to spread, not wanting to put them…
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This post has been brewing for awhile as I pondered whether it was something I could actually share. It holds a lot of vulnerable me. My intention with this blog was never to focus on Tom’s death. I want to focus on how he lived life with humour sprinkled throughout, to remember the amazing man…
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I’ve shared about finding strength and confronting grief on my own terms. There are moments though, where I’ve been thrown back to a very shaky space. It can feel as if I’m back to square one. What triggers that? Questions. Questions like, “How did he die?” or, “What happened?” that come from the periphery. The…
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The opinions. The comments. The gossip. I didn’t expect that, but man it has beomce a part of my grief journey. It honestly feels quite terrible to be talked about or to realize how many people now have an opinion on your life. It’s another part of this experience I couldn’t have seen coming. Sometimes these…
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There’s been a lot going on for me this last little bit. Mostly things the outside world wouldn’t actually see as being a lot, and my old self wouldn’t have flinched at. Doing a mountain bike class. Buying corn on the cob. Figuring out hot tub maintenance. Bigger adjustments too. Everything registers differently now. Managing to get…
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One year without my Tom. I survived the first anniversaries and all the regular ol days of the past year too. It is still surreal. Likely some of it I survived by just being in shock, so it actually scares me a bit to think about what is still to come. I listened to a…
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I remember the first time I read how the second year of widowhood tends to be harder to get through. I was a few months into widowhood at that point. First, I was like why the F would you be telling me that?! Second, I didn’t believe it. The world likes to tell us there’s…
A Smiling Young Widow 