SBE19

The Gary Sinece Foundation is an INCREDIBLE organization that honors the families of fallen soldiers evey year by taking surviving spouses and their children on an all-expense paid trip to Disney World. No expense has been spared and every minute detail has been accounted for right down to pre-provided luggage tags so you don't have... Continue Reading →

At Least

"At least" is something I've heard at least a thousand times since Sean died. At least you and Luke didn't have to witness it. At least it was instant. At least you're young, you have plenty of time to remarry and have more kids if you want. At least you didn't have to watch him... Continue Reading →

Bread.

Dating is hard, dating as a young widow is even harder. It's as if I have a scarlet "W" branded into my forehead, and usually when people here I'm a suicide widow, they turn tail and run for the hills. Believe it or not, I've actually had people blame me for my husband's death or... Continue Reading →

The Wish

Dear Sean, Today is your birthday, I wanted to drop the kids off at school and daycare then go to the florist and to the cemetery to see you- I haven't been in months (as I'm sure you've noticed). I wanted to go to counseling, I haven't been since before Iceland, and with it being... Continue Reading →

27

Every September since Sean died I try to take a trip to distract myself from the second most difficult event of the year without him- his birthday. It didn't start that way-I had booked a September trip to England, Ireland and Scotland with my best friend back in 2016 both before I got pregnant and... Continue Reading →

The Bed

Science says that we spend roughly a third of our lives in bed, asleep. In fact, I am writing this as I lay in bed. The bed, in a sence, is a sacred place. It can be a place where new life is created and where it is born. A place where life ends. A... Continue Reading →

Shower

The shower is a funny place. We sing it it, think deep thoughts it in. We cry in it. I cried in the shower a lot growing up. The water would muffle my sobs, and I'm sure in some dramatic teenage way of thinking, I'd symbolically relate the water raining down on me as a... Continue Reading →

Ring

While putting away my rings in my new jewelry holder inside my dresser...I look down and think- rings are such an interesting custom. Did you know that concept of a ring dates back to the 3rd century? The ring as a symbol of unity is generally credited to the Egyptians with adaptations by the ancient... Continue Reading →

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