Navigating through loss and living, grief and laughter by the merry widow.
I guess you could call it his approval to go ahead. My fifteen year old teen had never verbalized this in any way in the past whatsoever. It came out of the blue, asking me if I was planning on getting married again. I said I don’t know, and that it was not a concern [...]
There is something about being alone that makes or breaks you. We are ultimately on our own, even when we are married. It just doesn’t seem like it. I remember looking into the mirror after being single again, and realizing I was seeing me, the person, as I was and not me the wife I [...]
That pillow on his side of the bed is a redundant objet d’art. It is lying in some passive state with a pretty sham and no head to go on it. I’m big on pillows and nice bedding even if I get it at some fabulous sale for mere dollars, which makes it even lovelier [...]
You no longer buckle over with that hole in your stomach. Your journal includes positive anecdotes of the day. You’ve given away or stored his or her clothes (even if you keep one in the armoire to hold up to your face sometimes). You’ve made it through an hour more than three times a day [...]
I’m not sure why there was such a rush for girls to be engaged by the time they were seniors in university. It was called the “senior panic” in the one I attended, and that was down in sunny South Carolina, with the moss laden trees, and melt-in-your-mouth biscuits.
Why is it that people think you have to be dating to be healing properly. If I don’t want to date someone, all the better for him at this moment of my life. He won’t have to drag me kicking and screaming into the dating scene and I won’t have to kill him in self-defence.
After three years of being a widow, i.e. no husband on this earth, I will tell you that I enjoy having my bedroom as a haven to escape to at the end of a long day. No expectations left, no does he or doesn’t he, nothing but a book, some chocolate and sleep. I don’t [...]
