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. One was a suicide note: After he was gone: Darkest Days. A friend wrote me an imploring e-mail reaching […]
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.
Some days you think everything is o.k. Then it hits you right between the eyes. Bam! My inner voice asks, What was that? I thought I was fine. I start to cry. I pull out my phone to see if it’s the date. The eighth of every month is an anniversary that my mind never forgets. But […]
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 […]
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions and I rarely set goals…But this past year, as difficult as it was, taught me an important lesson – go with your gut. So I decided that I want to par down my weight and get into better shape.
Someone told me that when a loved one passes away you should look for messages from them…I have been looking…I believe now.
It was six months on December 8th since Bob Donaldson died. Half a year. It’s hard to believe. And with this anniversary I want to tell you that I won’t be posting about my grief on Facebook anymore. This decision wasn’t done lightly,
The world is upside down and backwards. I am in a bubble surrounded by a haze. I don’t want to push it. Reality will seep in and take over. I am sure I will wake up and find that this is a cruel joke. You will walk by and say “Hi Sweetie Pie,” and I […]
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.