Tag: grief
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Day 42
Day 42 and I just want to lay in our closet and not get up. I finally put away his clothes that had been sitting in the chair by our closet. I had folded them and brought them up to our room but I refused to put them away for him. I intentionally did it…
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Day 30
Day 30 and I have survived 1 month without him, 720 hours. My kids survived a month, 720 hours, without their dad. We survived, and I hate it. I hate that we have ever been put in this position to survive. Why did I start this blog? It’s a place for me to get my…
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Day 27
Day 27 and I got 3 of them to their football meet and greet on time and presentable. It was a win. I questioned today if I pushed him too hard? If I expected too much out of him? If I could have done something different? If I could have pushed to have him seen…
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Day 26
Day 26 and as I folded laundry I realized a lot of others things died, not just my husband. His clothes will never be washed and folded by me again, unless one of the boys decided to wear something. I’ll never have another biological baby, it’s always been on my heart to foster/adopt but who…
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Day 24
Day 24 and I was asked what I was doing with my husband’s car because another family member would like to have it if I wasn’t doing anything with it. This hurt. This hurt a lot. Why ask? I already told everyone that the car was paid off and my husband wanted it to go…
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Day 22
Day 22, you never realize you’re doing something for the last time until after it’s the last time. I was thinking of the last time that I saw his eyes, when he was really looking at me. The last time we slept in our bed together. The last time we gave the kids baths together.…
That Widow 