Posts Tagged ‘grief
Apparently I’ve been granted an extension
that I didn’t ask for.
This season of grief in my life is just not ending. It started in 2004 and is about ready to do me in. I mean it.
Jim died this week, at age 64 chronologically, but forever an adolescent. Stuck developmentally, for the most part, and in an elfin body.
Jim was my brother [...]
Rated S for sad
From Tuesday’s Home Place column:
On the day you read this, I’ll be getting ready. Ready to walk through the one-year anniversary of my husband David’s death. His unexpected, unprepared-for death.
I started chronicling just days after David left me on Jan. 27. My first blog entry, written at 86 hours post-death, was titled “That phrase, ‘I’m [...]
I think she may own some words
Maybe some of you remember something I wrote here not long after the dead guy became the dead guy — that when David and I used to argue (oh, I long for a good argument), he told me it was impossible for him to win because I “own all the words.”
I don’t, but dang it [...]
“Click”
Here I am, sitting at my desk, sending up a thank you to the dead guy. Why, you ask, scrunching your nose slightly — “Why does she call him that?”
I sometimes say that as a way of acknowledging I keep David in the loop, but he is, after all, the dead guy.
Anyway…a frantic call came [...]
That phrase, “I’m no longer someone’s wife,” is not rolling off the tongue
I have been a widow and single mother for 86 hours and I pretty much hate it.
My husband, David, died at home…halfway out of the bathroom and into the hall…on Tuesday, from a massive heart attack. One of the least noble and romantic places to die, if anyone is charting such things.
He was 54 and [...]
