On nights like this I wear that dress you like and slow dance with your memory ~Lisa Bain A Coping Post This week, two families who are dear to my heart, are dealing with the worst milestone a griever can face: that first deathiversary. As I was checking in to … [Read more...] about Somatic Memory and Deathiversaries
Healing
A Widow’s Guide to Self-Isolation: Widow to Widow
A Keeping It Real Post How is everyone holding up? Shit got real, fast, didn't it? I'm on Day 13 of isolation and won't lie; it's getting to me. I've already survived the worst thing in the world, so this is just something else to get through. But that knowledge doesn't … [Read more...] about A Widow’s Guide to Self-Isolation: Widow to Widow
Holding Space For The Bereaved, Part 2 (Widow to Widow)
A Keeping It Real Post Last week I wrote about what it meant for friends and family to hold space for the newly bereaved. Thank you for all the comments, private messages, and emails regarding this topic and your personal experiences. Holding Space is clearly a grief … [Read more...] about Holding Space For The Bereaved, Part 2 (Widow to Widow)
When Love was Complicated, the Grief is Too
A Keeping It Real Post In the last 48 hours, the world's reaction to the news of Kobe Bryant's tragic death has gone from shock to sadness to anger. Many rape survivors are understandably angry at the collective outpouring of grief for this man, who seems to have gotten … [Read more...] about When Love was Complicated, the Grief is Too
Widowhood Stole My Identity. I’m Throwing Off the Shackles and Taking It Back.
"I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me. They, and the love and loyalty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could." Veronica Roth, Allegiant A Keeping It Real Post When your husband dies, he takes part of you with him. I'm not … [Read more...] about Widowhood Stole My Identity. I’m Throwing Off the Shackles and Taking It Back.
Funerals, Gratitude, and the End of A Journey
A Keeping It Real Post This week I attended my first funeral since D's. For those of you keeping track, it's been over three years. I don't remember much about his funeral. It was a week after he died. I remember stressing about the fact his ashes weren't back from the … [Read more...] about Funerals, Gratitude, and the End of A Journey