Category: Writing From The Wound

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A Widow Blogger

August 18, 2018.On Writing.#Blog

When I began to blog I had no idea where this adventure would lead me.  As 2018 dawned I wrote that I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a high diving board, afraid to make the leap but knowing I had to.  A person can’t hesitate for long when standing on the […]

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The unstable sea

August 12, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief

I don’t know what happened – after a few reasonable days in a row, on a quiet sunny afternoon the clouds rolled in and a storm arrived — my heart broke wide open again and I could hardly breathe. What the hell?  I don’t get it — I have actually laughed recently, a real out […]

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Duking it out

August 7, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#coming to terms

Years ago I read a magazine article – I was in a waiting room waiting for my turn to see the doctor. It must have been a long time ago, before the invention of cell phones, when waiting rooms still had magazines to entertain the waiters.  The article caught my eye immediately and, although I […]

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An unscheduled Post because the timing is right

August 5, 2018.On Writing.#grief

Rather than writing about grief I thought I would write about writing about it; how it helps me cope and how sharing it has become part of my recovery. Documenting this journey, writing about this life changing event, helps me take a step back from the emotion of it and view it with a critical […]

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Getting a handle on guilt

August 4, 2018.Momentos.#grief

I must be feeling better I’m starting to reach out. I’m making phone calls and dates, setting goals and making plans. I’m looking to the future and I find that a bit surprising. I’ve had a few good days in a row – that’s not to say they have been days without tears, but crying […]

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The recipe for a lucky life

August 2, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#coming to terms

I think I was so busy living my life I never stopped long enough to appreciate it as much as I should have.  That’s not to say I wasn’t grateful because I was, I counted my blessings, I knew I was fortunate.  I just don’t think I appreciated the miracle of it enough.  I was […]

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Choosing to seize the day

July 31, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#coming to terms

There is a moment, first thing in the morning, where my only thought is that a new day has arrived. I float on sleep that is slowly retreating.  And then I remember the house is empty and I wonder if I could just stay in bed forever.  Heartache settles like a blanket around me.  A […]

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Little things

July 24, 2018.On the Lighter Side.#coping

Times have changed in a hundred small ways around the house. I don’t turn the dishwasher on until I’m running low on coffee mugs, wine glasses or cereal bowls. My dinner plates haven’t seen the light of day for weeks.  I do the laundry when I run out of clean underwear and even then I […]

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The mud

July 21, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief

Weeks have passed since my life defining moment, the birth of the widow.  Time and I are building a road to the future and it grows longer by the day.  This road is starting to feel firm beneath my feet – I find myself walking back and forth on it as I lay new stones, […]

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Sympathy Cards

July 19, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief

Canada Post has delivered more sympathy to my house recently than anything else, I got another card in the mail just yesterday – three and a half months after his passing. The card was lovely, the sentiment was sincere and the post mark was from half way around the world – the sorriness was probably […]

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