death
-
Another widow described Valentine’s as a day full of “love bombing”. I appreciated that wording. A day that kinda slaps you across the face. All the reminders from the world that a huge love is now unrequited. Reminders of what I had. Now there’s an untethered love that moves with me always. Tom and I…
-
I went to the dentist. A good, normal life thing for me to do. My friendly hygienist was just back from mat leave. As we walked to the chair we were chatting about her baby and how returning to work was going. Then she asks me, “Anyways, how was your last year?” Uhhhhh… I hesitate.…
-
When did he die? How long were you married? Did you have any children? I listened to a podcast that talked about the math of suffering. It resonated with me and offered a label to something I’ve struggled with – are people trying to quantify my grief? (The podcast also referenced Star Trek which made…
-
Heart break, of course, goes hand-in-hand with loss. I joined an online yoga for grief support class, and one week focused on the heart. We were invited to consider the difference between a heart that breaks apart and a heart that breaks wide open. A heart that breaks open feels emotions intensely, offers room for…
-
A few weeks ago I spent a few days in a row trying to decide if I had caught the flu or if this was just the ongoing stress of grief flaring up and making me nauseous and achey. Pretty sure it was in fact, just the grief. Now I’m back at it again. My…
A Smiling Young Widow 