As you read this I am on my way to a very special place. This morning my alarm woke me at 4:00 a.m. Normally, I’d be a very grumpy person that early in the morning, but today I am making an important journey. Today I am headed to Asheville, North
One of the hardest parts about losing my husband has been carrying the knowledge that my kids will grow up without such a beloved and important figure in their lives. As we come up on Father’s Day, this knowledge gnaws at me and has been making me dread a day
I was crying with my mom on the phone on Friday evening as I told her that I felt as though all the magic and joy had been sucked out of the holidays for me. After losing Garry in October, we have had to endure a rapid succession of “firsts”,
I love my house. It is exactly what my husband and I wanted for our family when we decided to up and move across the city last year. I often joke that we really bought my clawfoot tub and the house came with it. We had only moved in six
When you lose someone suddenly and unexpectedly, I think it’s a natural response to look back on your life together and wonder if there were signs you should’ve seen that could have warned you. You wonder if there was anything you could have done differently to change what ultimately happened.
It has been six weeks since the unexpected and sudden death of my husband and my babies’ daddy. In some ways, these past six weeks have felt like the longest of my life. In other ways, they have seemed to fly by. I have intentionally kept myself very busy over