AKA "The Writing Woman"
It’s all just attempts at distraction.
All day long every day.
Each hour brings a wrong note – discord and strife because nothing is the way it’s supposed to be.
The clock ticks and each moment reminds me of what I lost. All day, my rhythms are off. All day, every day, is wrong, soul-jarringly wrong.
Each second reminds me … Read the blog
The wind blows and your spirit speaks to me
From the chimes
under the gazebo
out on our deck
When I put your ashes inside (a little teaspoon of you)
I had no idea
How your memory
would resonate with each sound
throughout my days
and my nights
With a gentle nudge upon every breeze
Each chord brings
a soft … Read the blog
I knew each time I touched you, it could be the last
And I feared with each kiss time was moving too fast
And I held on tightly
And I longed for the cure
But you slipped away slowly
Now the past is a blur
And I longed for the cure that I knew wouldn’t come
And I longed for … Read the blog
Since Rick died, every time I look at the ugly blue chair, it elicits a different emotion: regret at the arguments we had about it, sadness that he’s gone, and a longing to see him sitting in it again. The blue chair was a significant piece of our history – good and bad.
Rick first mentioned the chair a few … Read the blog
Deciding what to do with one of Rick’s tech toys triggers unexpected grief. Here’s a link to my first blog post as a contributor on the Hope for Widows Foundation website: https://hopeforwidows.org/2018/04/time-grief-and-an-apple-watch/
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I’m pleased to announce that I’ve been invited to be a contributing blogger on the Hope for Widows Foundation website.
I’ve found solace in writing as I work my way through the grief after Rick’s death. I hope my writing brings comfort and hope to my widowed sisters, as their support has meant a great deal to me!
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To Rick: I Wanted to Grow Old With You
I wanted to grow old with you, but fate had other plans.
I vowed to love you until death as we stood holding hands.
We pledged to be together until our lives were through.
I thought we’d spend the golden years ahead, just me and you.
I know you’d be here … Read the blog
I can’t hang onto you, I know that.
But I’m trying.
I’m working so hard to move on, when everything inside me screams – hang on, hang on, hang on to every scrap, every piece of him,
As your life is being dismantled.
I want to keep every aspect of your life untouched, in place.
I know you don’t need … Read the blog
Saturdays
You used to say you loved to hear the rain outside our window
On Saturday afternoons spent in bed
A nap became a perfect world inhabited by two
Legs entwined, my head on your massive muscular chest,
Warmed by your love
We talked of everything and nothing
“Let’s pretend we’re living in our truck, we’re traveling the country, we’re … Read the blog
If I could have you back for one day…
I’d hold you and never let go.
I’d bask in your love
I’d dance in your arms
And tell you that I love you so.
I’ll ask you to tell me stories
Just to hear your deep voice again
It’s been so awfully quiet
Without you here…
And then…
I’ll lie … Read the blog