I began writing after my late husband's death in 2016. I created a blog, My Life After Patrick to write about my experience and how I was moving forward. In the four years since then I have finished my Masters in Counseling and remarried.
Our beliefs are a result of our family values, upbringing, life experiences, and learning. That doesn't mean they can't change. Mine are.
--- " To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die." Thomas Campbell There is no rule book for handling the belongings of your late husband. I did not think I would be going through his things four and a half years later, but I've done it at my own pace.
My daughter is brilliant, beautiful, funny, and endearingly helpless at times. She's not genuinely helpless, but she likes to call a parent as her first course of action. She used to call so frequently her father worried about her ability to live in the Los Angeles area on her own. Now, as she finishes her final year of law school, I know he is smiling down on her from heaven, and I am answering her calls.
I held my breath as my brother, Denny, opened the back of his SUV. He had told me that it wasn’t as bad as he expected, but I was still apprehensive.
Crying is good for you. The alternative to crying is holding it all inside. That may work for a while, but eventually, the tears will come. I know this as a widow who experienced sudden loss. I also know this as a counselor.