I'm approaching the 2nd anniversary of my husband's death, and I thought I would feel different than I currently do. I thought I would feel slightly more healed. I thought I would have my shit together (which is ridiculous because I've never really had my shit together). The kids and I moved into a new... Continue Reading →
I never thought the year I turned 40, I would have to eulogize my husband. How do you write a eulogy for someone so young? He was only 42. I tried to remain as authentic as possible. I also had to keep it proper for the public. It was a difficult balance. I met Gregg... Continue Reading →
What a difference 24 hours makes (referring to yesterday's blog post vs today's). I have insomnia. I can fall asleep but wake-up after a couple of hours. I'll stay awake for 2-3 hours and fall back to sleep about an hour before having to get up. I actually prefer the nights when I wake-up and... Continue Reading →
The day my husband died was like any other day. It was a Saturday, Labor Day weekend. He was a longshoreman (a ship-to-shore crane operator). He worked weird hours. He left for work before I woke up. We spent the morning texting each other about what we were going to do when he got off... Continue Reading →
Lost in Resolute Reverie 