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A GRIEF MAGNIFIED
Living so close to the edge, stretched so thin, margins smaller than a pinhead. Each day, never knowing what kind of a day it will be. Left alone. Upside down. Wondering why. It tumbles again and again. Depression naps to sleep the pain away. All the grief no one talks about. All the grief no …
LETTING GO – PART ONE
I remember sitting on my bed with my daughter as we looked through the hospice booklet. He rested beside us in his hospice bed. Together we read what to expect as one’s body naturally winds down. How, approaching death, the person needs to hear that his loved ones will be okay after his passing. The …
JUST FINISH
“Hayley Carruthers, who crossed the line in a hugely impressive personal best of 2:33:59, attempted to get back to her feet but didn’t have the strength to stand back up.” She started running a mere 3 years before finishing this marathon. The comparisons between this picture and approaching the finish line of my second year… …
UNTIL TOMORROW
Loveliness. I breathe it in. I know you’re here. Until tomorrow. 💙 #walkingthroughwidowhood #widowstrong #laughterafterdeath #lookingintherearviewmirror#widow #widower #widowed #widowedmom #grief #widowlife #widowedyoung #youngwidow #griefsucks #write #writer #womenwhowrite #writersofinstagram #words #widowhood #widowedandyoung #lifeafterloss #heartbreak #lifeafterlove #movingforward #bereavement #loss #soloparenting #griefsupport #grieving #widowsofinstagram
NO JUDGMENT
We called it at 1:54am. He was dead. Five years of cancer hell that etched away at my husband had ended. Five years of telling my five children Daddy couldn’t play with them because he was upstairs sick. Five years of watching everything I wanted slowly and painfully disappear. We forgive ourselves for the decisions …
ALWAYS AND FOREVER 💙
I’m so proud of you. I saw you years ago, fearful of anything and everything. White-knuckling life as if you had control of it all. And it happened. And he died. I’ve seen you weep. I’ve seen you weather storms from every side, yet you get up again and again. I see you being the …
STRONG
Strong is the last word I’d use to describe me after losing my husband. Strong is for everyone else. Not me. Wrong. Strong means power to withstand what would break the weak. Strong means watching death approach then retreat, taunting you and teasing you, only to snatch away the most precious person you’ve ever known. …
CARRY ON 💙
I’ve been gone awhile now. So many things have changed. Our children are older, taller, selfless, compassionate. I see your heart break with each milestone, hurting for them. Wishing I was there to reach for them and bring them close. I did everything I could to stay alive. But I’m not there anymore. You are. …