It’s been almost four years and my heart still aches. I will always miss you. I am in a different place than I was four years ago, but I will always miss you. My heart is open to new possibilities, but I will always miss you. When I see couples together and I feel jealous. […]
sadness due to loss of a loved one
So many days and dates have passed. A year from when I was in the hospital came and went. I meant to acknowledge it and I did, in my head, but not through my fingers – words on the page. Some days I slip back, but now I feel like I’m taking three steps forward […]
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. 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 […]
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? […]