AKA "The Writing Woman"
….One of the most difficult aspects of widowhood to adapt to was getting my head around the fact that I was alone, again. Totally alone. Not living with parents or child, but completely alone in a very quiet house. It’s odd how twenty years of being part of a couple could make me forget the…
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…
I do my best to fill my weekends. I’ve had a year and a half to hone my skills. When Rick was alive, I used to look forward to Fridays, the last day of the work week and then – Whee! Freedom! Rick and I could hang out together, starting with breakfast at our favorite…
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….
Yesterday marked 17 months since my husband died. So much has changed in my life since then. I’ve grieved, and grieved, and grieved some more. I’ve worked through the grief, written through the grief, talked to my grief counselor, cried on the shoulders of family and friends, and – to be honest – I’m really,…
I’ve always been a movie buff. I love them second only to books. It was only natural that I’d seek out some movies that relate to my life now, so I checked out a couple of “widow movies.” I have to say, they may be lovely romances, but they aren’t something I could really relate…
I’m on the cusp of a new life, but it’s difficult to leave the old one behind. And, if I’m honest with myself, I feel guilty and sad, regretful that I have been able to survive without Rick, that I am making that new life on my own. When Rick died, I never thought this…
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…