How much longer will the first image of Mark that pops in to my brain be the one of him at the end?
How much longer will Autumn be bittersweet?
How much longer will I need my second husband to hold me while I cry for my first husband?
How much longer will I wonder if I made the right choices?
How much longer?
Mark, I can’t believe you have been gone 10 years. How has an entire decade passed? You didn’t get to experience much of it, but I firmly believe the second you become a parent you hit a time warp. It’s the only way to explain how fast the time has gone. Mark, you would be…
This is a cross-post from Type-A Mom, but the advice is so good I wanted to share it here as well. So far, all of the articles I’ve written for Type-A Mom have been based on my own experiences as a widow and mom. While I hope that they have been helpful, I want to…
I used to keep a lot of stuff. Boxes and boxes of stuff. Then I began culling, donating, sharing stuff with friends. I still have boxes of stuff, sentimental things from childhood, items from our wedding, special outfits from when the kids were babies. The usual stuff. But I also had boxes of stuff from…
I started having The Dream as soon as I started dating after Mark died. The Dream is some version of me cheating on Mark. I wake up feeling sad and needlessly guilty and questioning my decisions. The Dream used to be bad enough when I was just dating and before William and I were really…
In real life, comas aren’t like they are in the movies. That may not be a surprise to you, but it was to me. I was shocked by so many things when Mark got sick and during his time in the hospital(s). Like his coma. They said he was in a coma, but I didn’t…
Even five years after I became a widow I can remember the overwhelming feeling of loneliness and fear I had when I joined this group. You aren’t supposed to lose a spouse when you’re young, when you have a baby, when you’re supposed to have 40 more years together. So, when you do? You’re pretty…
My sister’s fiancee passed away 12 years ago in December. He asked her to marry him at Thanksgiving. This time of year is always bittersweet for me. I’m sure it’s harder for her, like it is for you. It’s gotten better, but it still sneaks up me. After all this time, it still results in one night of crying every 3 or 4 months, and he wasn’t even officially my brother yet. I don’t know how women like you and my sister do it, but I admire the hope that keeps you moving forward and the strength that carries you.
Holly ~ Thanks for your comment. Your almost-official-brother must have been a great guy. And I’ve got the same admiration of you, my friend.
Sherry,
It was 16 years ago yesterday we buried my brother, and fall is still bittersweet. I can’t begin to tell you how much I admire your strength and perseverance with all that you have been through. Just keep on keeping on, and one day the first image of Mark that pops into your mind will be a happy one.
Love ya girl, as does your second husband, your children and the rest of those that matter!