Grief: this is my understanding about it week 20

When I first became a widow, I realized the word grief being used for anything else other than the death of a loved one puts that emotion on a scale so long that it starts to lose its significance. Being a widow is nothing like being divorced. I know because I’ve experienced both. Losing a […]

I don’t know what to tell you: grief week 16

Can you be addicted to a person? In Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) they have a twelve-step program in which members admit that they are powerless over alcohol and need help from a “higher power”. Can you be powerless over a person? Certainly as an adult with another adult that is possible, but do you need help […]

I Don’t Know What To Tell You: Grief week 14

Things come up when you least expect them. My new DH (dear hubby) said he found something in the suitcase and it was potentially emotional. He asked if I thought I could handle it now or later. Having no idea what it was, and he afraid to go into much detail, I thought I could […]

I don’t know what to tell you: week 13

Sometimes I will miss Sam and not know what I should do about it. Should I indulge myself and talk to him as if he’s listening or would that be considered disloyal to my new husband? Can I watch a video here was in? Should I rad his old journal entries or our text messages? […]

I Don’t Know What To Tell You: Week 10

This isn’t about grief. This is about what grief does to your future relationships. This week my (new) husband is on a business trip in Ohio. When he arrived there were tornado alerts and the Mall across from his hotel was still dark from losing power earlier in the morning. I asked him what city […]

I don’t know what to tell you: Grief Week 9

Sorry I’ve missed a week or two (and yes, I had two week 8’s for some reason). I’ve been really busy pulling my small business together: http://www.2ndlifedolls.com and trying to bring together a video for an indigogo project. We, new hubby and I, went to see Tolkien last night and it was a beautiful movie. […]

I Don’t Know What To Tell You: grief week 8

Here is the awful, horrible truth of being the living one, left behind. I liked myself better when I was with Sam. It’s not just that we got along well, because we didn’t always. I got tired of his paranoia, his fights of faith and logic, and then there was always the miscommunications that go […]