Tag: grief recovery widowhood memories

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A Reminder

March 20, 2019.Momentos.#grief recovery widowhood memories

Sometimes a girl just has to get the hell out of Dodge – leave the half packed boxes in the family room and the list of too many things to do on the kitchen counter and hit the beach. There is something about wind in your hair, sun in your eyes and the sound of […]

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This house – This home

March 17, 2019.Momentos.#grief recovery widowhood memories

If I was someone who felt the adventure in a move I think I might have done more of them over the years, but I’m not and I didn’t.  I was at the mercy of my parents when I was growing up and they were keen to follow where adventure took them. I was born […]

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Finding my Brave

March 13, 2019.Writing From The Wound.#grief recovery widowhood memories

The fearless are merely fearless. People who act in spite of fear are truly brave (James A. Lafond-Lewis) I must be really brave because I’m scared shitless and I’m forging ahead anyway. Onward into the tomorrows even as I second guess myself. Is there a choice?  What happens to people who can’t hold their breath […]

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Moving Along

March 11, 2019.Writing From The Wound.#grief

If it’s true that the state of your home reflects the state of your mind then I am in rough shape; muddled and confused.  I’m not sure where I am in the process of this move – the starting gate is buried and the finish line is drawing ever nearer, I think the half way […]

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Accidentally/on purpose

March 2, 2019.Momentos.#grief recovery widowhood memories

I set myself up for a really good cry last night, not all together on purpose but sort of accidentally/on purpose.  I was having a quiet Friday night; I turned the fireplace on, poured a glass of wine and sat down to watch a Barbara Streisand special on Netflix.  Within minutes the dogs were worrying at […]

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Inuksuk

February 27, 2019.Writing From The Wound.#grief recovery widowhood memories

The sky was an interesting color this afternoon, leaning more toward turquoise than blue, and there was an unseasonal chill in the air.  This is not the usual end of February weather in our neck of the woods, although I can’t honestly remember what the usual is – it’s been a long time since anything […]

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Inked

February 24, 2019.Momentos.#grief recovery widowhood memories

I’ve been known to be opinionated, sometimes even obstinate – I have set myself up to eat words on more than one occasion. And I’ve just done it again. I recall loosing my mind the day our (then sixteen year old) daughter came home with a tattoo.  A lot of time has passed since that […]

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2019

January 5, 2019.Momentos.#grief recovery widowhood memories

2019 was announced with a bang last Monday night , my neighbors set off a volley of fireworks at the stroke of midnight to mark its arrival. Inside my house a Chesapeake Bay Retriever leapt onto the couch and hid his face in my armpit – he obviously feeling as confident about the upcoming year […]

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New to the hood

November 30, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief recovery widowhood memories

I have a new neighbor, someone I love dearly moved into the widowhood this week and I’m heartsick about it.  Her journey to the hood was much like my own and she has arrived here in the same fashion I did eight months ago; overwhelmed, over tired and broken.  It will take a while for her […]

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The Archives

November 24, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief recovery widowhood memories

There was a guy, once upon a time, who thought I was pretty – more than that, he made me believe that I was.  He saw something in me that gave both of us confidence. I spent forty years with that guy.  Forty years  – the lifetime of our marriage.  Over the years we did […]

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