I came across a post I’d shared on Facebook on this day, just shy of three months after Bret left this life. Things still felt surreal as I clung to the remnants of what had been.

We’d been together nearly twelve...

According to an old and cherished Easter legend, the dogwood tree was once very different. It grew tall, strong, and straight — its wood firm and sturdy, prized for building. Som...

I feel like I’ve been waiting since Tommy, my husband, died in July 2024. It seems like yesterday sometimes, but other times, it feels like a whole other lifetime ago. And I’ve been waiting since then. I’ve been waiting on a job.  I’ve been waiting on direction.  I’ve been waiting for guidance as to what’s next for my life.  Always waiting.  And the waitin...

There is no timeline for grief; we grieve for as long as we need.

My timeline, however, has a new update: I am no longer in any kind of active grief.

I think I’ve been here for a while now, but I am only just now making this realization.

I read a blog, “He Feels Farther Away,” by Dorothy Swanson about what she calls “the middle” part of her grief journey.  It’s the place we come to after the shield of shock has long worn off, the tears come less frequentl...