Today is the one year anniversary of my son’s death. One year ago, I received a phone call from my son’s therapist at the transitional independent living program that he had just moved into two weeks earlier, telling me that my son was dead. My beautiful, brilliant, sweet 18 year old boy was dead. He…
So I have called myself a widow in the title of this blog, but I have also lost my 18 year old son this past year. There is no name for that though. You can say, very neatly and concisely, I am a “widow”, and everyone knows what that means. They say, “Oh, I’m sorry”.…
I am trying to decide what exactly I want to write about here, and it seems to make most sense to start at the beginning of this journey. I had it all and it was ripped away from me. I was married to my best friend, had an awesome career and two beautiful children. And…
For the past 15 years, since the death of my husband, I have been writing in my head. I have been writing essays about my feelings and experiences, my thoughts and ideas. Many times, I have wished that I could actually put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, and record some of these musings.…
