As I sit at my desk, it is difficult to focus. I am taking short, shallow breaths- fighting the feeling of crushing weight on my chest. I am swallowing the lump in my throat and blinking away the sting of tears welling in my eyes, threatening to spill over onto my face and embarrass me.... Continue Reading →
It’s been 517 days. 517 days of trying to keep a house and be a solo parent running to work, school, daycare, sports, religious education… 517 days of trying to keep my shit together so I can at least attempt to accomplish some of the tasks in the list above… After all, it’s been seventeen... Continue Reading →
There is so much about what happened to me and my family that is unfair- though I will say that I also respect that my tribulations do not outweigh those of others. That heing said- I am excruciatingly bitter. I know it's not fair to be envious and angry at others' happiness. I know it's... Continue Reading →
Do they refer us to as the "surviving spouse" because we're simply surviving, not living? We are survivors. We've survived- Suicide Homicide Disease Over dose Car wrecks Cancer Hemmorages Workplace Accidents Heart Attacks Strokes Organ Failure.... From the moment our spouses took their last breath, we became survivors... Until we can truly live again.
I recently purchased a new home that's about twice the size of my current home. With Gwendolyn becoming more mobile and Luke growing bigger, we need more space both now, and for us to grow into for the next fifteen+ years. While I am both excited to be a first-time home buyer- I face a... Continue Reading →
This is not my writing, it was something a widower sent to me to read because it had resonated with him. It resonates with me, and I hope you if you've lost someone, anyone- that you find a bit of truth or understanding it in as well. "Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means... Continue Reading →
To my mom that brings me leftovers from her house and helps me tidy up. Who always knows what to say, yet has to wisdom to know that now may not be the best time to say it. To my dad that helps me keep track of car, house and lawn maintenance. Who strives to... Continue Reading →
Sean was never afraid of dying. He worked so frequently around death, it was no longer a morbid or taboo topic of thought or discussion. He did military funeral honors for five years and worked for Lynch & Sons Funeral home before getting picked up for AGR (Active Reservist) with the Army. He was baptized... Continue Reading →