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A Widow's Perspective: November 2012
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Breathe my tender hearts! Saturday, November 17, 2012. In my hour of grief . Where are you Bill? Why have you abandoned me, even in my hours of grief? Have I abandoned you? I no longer feel you close by . abandoned in my grief? There is only loneliness. Links to this post. Sunday, November 11, 2012. Learning to deal . The countdown has started . 10 days to go. In my usual way, I bury myself in anything and everything I can to avoid worrying about things. In 10 days, I will be under the surgeon's knife.
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A Widow's Perspective: August 2012
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Breathe my tender hearts! Monday, August 13, 2012. I wrote this on the two year anniversary date. For the longest while, I have held on to it as something between two lovers safe in my journal. However, I have always been honest with my blog if only to bring some sense of normalcy to others who grieve. Time stands still and yet moves forward. Another year gone by where two years is no time at all. Time stands still and yet moves forward. Two years is an eternity. Two years is already a lifetime. Unlike t...
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A Widow's Perspective: July 2012
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Breathe my tender hearts! Thursday, July 26, 2012. School for me always seemed to interfere with the pursuit of matters more fascinating. I am and assume will always be a self-directed learner. The past two years are evidence of this, often finding it difficult to refocus myself to the world of the living, absorbing all that grief would teach me. This passion for self-directed learning has lead me through the dark hallways of grief, reading, talking and scribing words to depict my state of widowhood.
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A Widow's Perspective: September 2012
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Breathe my tender hearts! Saturday, September 29, 2012. Your love in my heart for eternity . I dedicate this post to a dear and loving friend. She has just said goodbye to her dear mother today. She is breathing gently today and my prayer is that she will continue to do so for a very long time. I love you Sue and know that I will be there when you need to be quiet with your grief. Breathe gently my tender heart! Your love in my heart for eternity . Two wise eyes always gazed knowingly into my heart.
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A Widow's Perspective: August 2013
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Breathe my tender hearts! Saturday, August 17, 2013. I often wonder why after so many life altering events over the last 10 years that I am still sane. Yes, there is some humour in qualifying me as "sane" for there are times this is questionable. However, last night's events did clarify why I feel that I am of sound mind despite everything life throws at me . it is because I "roll with the punch". Holding my basket, I remembered that I did not have any coarse salt for my Lime-A-Rita glass. Feeling great ...
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A Widow's Perspective: March 2012
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Breathe my tender hearts! Tuesday, March 27, 2012. As I sit here tonight, listening to the freezing rain pelting the windows, I am reminded that only two days ago, I was thrilled at the sighting of my first Robin this year. There was such a rush, knowing that the long winter has finally come to an end and in this sighting its promise of a new season in my life. I looked back at my blog this time last year and was moved by the journey since that time. Nothing more, nothing less. Looking forward .". Missio...
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A Widow's Perspective: June 2012
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Breathe my tender hearts! Wednesday, June 6, 2012. To my boys . I am sorry . For having a tear permanently poised to fall,. For not being there to be your all. I am sorry . For not always anticipating your needs,. For always seemingly being on my knees. I am sorry . For not being the person you have grown to love,. For I am struggling knowing who that is, no longer your morning dove. You are my sons . my life . and now my all. I am sorry that I cannot at this time be your life and your all. In the last f...
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A Widow's Perspective: December 2012
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Breathe my tender hearts! Monday, December 31, 2012. I just want to wake up and see your face next to me, but I know that this can never be. So for now, I seek the bedrock of this new life, to feel myself once again grounded. Links to this post. Sunday, December 30, 2012. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. Ralph Waldo Emerson. Links to this post. Friday, December 14, 2012. I wish to thank . Tickled pink . I've been nominated for a blog award by a dear lady - Alicia. I chea...
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A Widow's Perspective: April 2013
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Breathe my tender hearts! Tuesday, April 30, 2013. Another joined the club . Yesterday my brother joined the club no one wants to join - widowhood. As I watched the hours wash. Away, all I could offer was the silence of my presence. I sat and counted her breaths with him, offered him the cool cloth as I wiped her brow, all the while willing my dear brother to only breathe. It was sad watching him moving forward with this journey and hoping that he could feel supported by one who knows. As we who know say,.
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A Widow's Perspective: December 2011
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Breathe my tender hearts! Friday, December 30, 2011. Ringing out the old . Friday . the last Friday of the year. The snow fell, work continued, and at the end of the day . our children are safe. Bill respected this . and as I climbed into my car at the end of the day . I said thank you for understanding that I need to know that for those children I can make a difference . they are safe tonight. I was rewarded with a lovely evening with family and friends who understand. Links to this post. I know that my...
