Okay, I admit it – the following is not original – It was sent to me by my ex-ex bereavement counselor (yes, I quit group number 2 – if only it had been this easy to give up smoking) I’ve …
Fear is all around me. Friends and family watched Jimmy disappear within a month. How could they not be frightened? “What are we waiting for?” they say, “Let’s take that trip to Italy NOW.” The NOW, of course, is ‘before …
I’ve never had much patience or tolerance for old people. Society tells us to expect age to bring wisdom and a clear perspective on life, but most people approach the end of their lives fearful and bitter. My friends and …
As I thought about returning to my new and improved bereavement group something very odd happened. I noticed I’m sort of kind of looking forward to it. It’s not the kind of eagerness I feel when my little granddaughter Skylar …
I went and did it. I joined another bereavement group. I know. I know. After reading my previous post “I Hated Everyone In My Bereavement Group” even a really dumb person would figure I was done with group grieving and …
I needed a place to put all the files and papers and bills. For thirteen years Rae, Jimmy’s assistant had a fine tuned system. His office hummed (and it wasn’t from one of those fluorescent fixtures) In cracker jack time …
It’s late and I’d like to get to sleep, but I can’t. I can’t because this evening I wore that stupid bracelet that’s impossible to take off by myself. Damn. Why didn’t I remember that? Jimmy used to bargain with …
Everyone wants to help the widow. On line at the supermarket if I happen to be wearing black and I happen to let it slip that my husband recently passed away it’s a sure bet that I’ll be ushered to …
I was a spoiled brat of a wife. I was. Bills? What are they? I’ve heard about people who get the shakes when they open the mailbox. They anticipate the bills overflowing and swallowing them up. Not me, not then. …