AKA "The Writing Woman"
I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve never had a serious illness or major operation, or any other traumatic physical malady. I’ve never suffered any physical affliction that required months to heal or physical therapy to get back on my feet, nothing that required patience and hard work to regain my strength or mobility in order…
As I draw closer to the end of year two, I realize I no longer feel married. That sounds dumb, since Rick’s been gone for so long, but after twenty years of marriage, I still felt like his wife, no matter what. But in the past couple of months, that feeling has faded. I lead…
Since Rick died, I’ve been afraid that I’ll forget things about him. I’ve never had a very good memory. At best, it’s sporadic. I can’t remember what I ate yesterday, but I can remember vivid memories from my childhood. I supposed most people are like that, but in my case, I’m usually surprised by the…
This is the time of year we’d be going on our annual Florida trip. Usually we left around Valentine’s Day. We took three days to get there. We enjoyed the drive. Friends often laughed at how long our drive took. “Three days? Why I drove the 17 hours straight through – it was an overnight…
Dear Rick, How can you be gone? I repeat this question to myself at least once a week, sometimes out loud, usually accompanied by a silent sob. I guess I’m getting better. It used to be several times a day, and – in the weeks after you died – it was several times an hour….
My latest book is now available on Amazon.com. A Widow’s Words: Grief, Reflection, Prose, and Poetry – The First Year is a compilation of my essays (blogs) and poems from the year following my husband’s death. It’s available in print and e-book versions. See it here. Book description: How did I end up publishing…
Now that you’ve been gone so long And life and time keep moving on I spend less time within my room Crying, weeping, feeling gloom Those days, those months of constant grief Incessant pain with no relief The unrelenting agony Of knowing you are gone from me Have seemed to pass and though I’m sad…
How did it ever come to be That you became a part of me? I started out my life alone Content to live life on my own But then I fell in love with you As time went on, that’s when I knew It was our destiny to meet Your love for me made me…
I’m used to life without you I’ve made all new routines The quiet house seems normal now My life’s gone on, it seems I function out in public Can hold my tears inside No longer overcome with sobs Seeking a place to hide I’m used to traveling on my own And tables set for one…
It’s been fifteen months since my husband died, and I have a question… What exactly is my allotted grieving time? Is there a prescribed time limit? Can I access a table of typical grief limits allowed per relationship type? Parent = 9.3 months? Cousin = 4 months? Aunt/uncle = 6.2 months? I can’t even begin…