grieving
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I want to be over this. I’ve put in the work. Now can’t I just be healed up and back to normal? One of the hardest parts of my second year of grief has been crashing into this idea over and over again. This is not short-term. Tom is still dead and he’s going to…
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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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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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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…
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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…
A Smiling Young Widow 