I consider myself lucky 2 have loved & been loved unconditionally. I just wish it had been for a 1,000 years, or more…
My first message to friends and family from the hospital October 28, 2014 I have thought about writing but honestly haven’t had time and I’m not sure I can put this into words. I just want to give you a small window into what happened and what is going on. This has nothing to do […]
It started out as a thought Please take care of the cats. It was a mantra that filled my mind, fueled by lack of food and a glass or two of wine. I had been hitting a brick wall for two weeks, trying to analyze my newest grief valley; or at least that’s what I thought it was.
Robin William’s death was beyond tragic. If I could have been with him I would have told him how I struggled with this myself. I wrote a few blogs about a recent bout I went through. I obviously have a strong affinity for those who are left behind after the death of a loved one. […]
I will smile and some days I will feel happiness, but nothing is the same, or will ever be the same. There is a huge gaping hole in my heart, but I’m the only one who can feel it. I didn’t sign up for this, but this is my new reality…
It’s been 11 months since I touched his hair, smelled the cologne on his shirt traced his fingers with mine.
Today was a good day but (the BUT) I want to post something about what I’m feeling. It is more of an information piece to get you thinking about who you share things with in your life. I had a great day teaching my first class for a new course. I would normally share that […]
It is three months now since he has been gone. I have cried, sometimes totally bereft, but not as often as I did before. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss him. I miss him every day, hour and minute. It just means that life goes on.
Today marks, by the calendar numbers, one month since he died, June 8, 2013. Last week I didn’t cry. Instead of finding solace in not crying I worried my lack of tears meant I wasn’t a good wife/partner. I worried I had cried all the tears I could. What is that saying about Crocodile Tears? […]
Day 3 cont’d.: March 22, 2013 I am tired and lying in bed, but feeling hopeful now that my husband has been admitted to hospital and has a real bed (not on an emerg gurney) and nurses to document his pain and look after him. I hear the familiar beep alerting me to a text […]