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We write about widowhood as we live it. Together we examine the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of life as a widowed person. The views expressed here are those held by each individual author. We take no credit for their brillance; we just provide them with a forum for expressing their widowed journey in words that are uniquely their own.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
A Time for Compassion
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
I'm 21 Again
It was my birthday last week..
I did not want to celebrate.
I did not want to do anything but have a non-day.
A doona-day.
A day of not talking to anyone or even getting out of bed.
I think I am depressed.
If you can get intense depression that seems to last a single day every so often when life just sucks beyond the telling of it.
But in other ways, I started falling when Greg died and I've not stopped since.
There are just some days when it hits hard, and my birthday was one of those days.
I used to look forward to my birthday.
When I was little I would get so mad because Dad's birthday was 2 days before mine and that middle day just dragged on and on while the anticipation built and built.
...and then Greg came along and he was my birthday present. I used to pinch myself that I had the best present of all "forever". I used to think how lucky I was to have found him so I'd never be sad or lonely ever again.
Boy was I counting some unhatched chickens there huh?
But now, I just see an endless stream of birthdays stretching out in front of me. Another 21 years ... and then another ...and probably half that again (if you use a prediction based on the average ages of the women in my family when they died*).
...and that's too much for anyone.
I know I have to stop looking at the distance and just concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. staying upright.
shuffling along.
But it's hard not to count those lonely birthdays ahead of me.
*Yes ... I know nothing is certain and none of us know how long we will live - but I can make an educated guess.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Security
Photo from hereLast week, I fell.
Emotionally.
Too many stressors on top of an already stressful life.
…and then the person who keeps work flowing my way resigned.
and I panicked.
Because she is the only person in admin who gets it.
But I met with her, and while she isn’t able to give me more long-term certainty, she moved mountains to keep me employed for most of next term.
….and instantly, my spirits lifted.
I’m happy that I am employed until December, but I’m scared that my emotional health swings so wildly around having job security.
In the past, I’ve never had job security.
I’ve only ever had contract work.
But it’s been OK because a) I’ve never been out of work, and b) I’ve always had Greg there earning an income to provide for us if I couldn’t.
Now, I need that security.
Please.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
RUOK?

RUOK is a great concept … for other people.
But if someone asks me today, I may slap them.
I. Am. Not. OK.
And asking me will not make me OK.
and if I am not OK
I will not tell them anyway …
Sometimes life really sucks and it means more to have someone who can listen without trying to make it all “OK”.
Which is why I blog …. bloggers listen and know better than to use some cutesy text-talk question.
I am not OK and asking me will not help.
Helping me will help.
But flippantly tossing me an acronym really, really won’t.
(addendum - if the question is asked using the guidelines given on the website, it's a great idea. But nobody I know in real life (on facebook) seems to have read the guide ... and telling a widow to "not worry" is completely useless ... as you all know).

