“The scene out my window keeps passing and I can’t stop it. Every day, I’m sitting backwards on a moving train.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
- Loss of Partner
“The scene out my window keeps passing and I can’t stop it. Every day, I’m sitting backwards on a moving train.”
“He was out there with a metal detector, going through the blades of grass. Looking for charms that mean nothing to him, but everything to us. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know us. It didn’t matter that he had other jobs to go to. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t his ‘problem.’ He took the time to be kind.”
“It makes me angry. To have to go on each day as though my life were normal. To have to put on an act, when all I want to do is talk about Joe.”
“It may not look like celebrating in the traditional sense, as typically that doesn’t involve cemeteries and tears, but it will be our own little version of celebrating the day.”
“Death didn’t make me love him differently or less, in fact, it may make me love him even just a little bit more.”
“Losing Joe didn’t just alter the reality of my marriage, it affected every aspect of my life. Every single one.”
“Trust that this strong survivor of a woman knows the right person, the right time, the right place – even if it doesn’t make any sense to you. Trust that she knows when she’s ready and when it’s time to love again. Support her.”
“It’s been almost 2 years since they lost their mommy. I used to fight it. I’d tell them they’d get better rest in their own beds. To give it a chance. That their beds are more comfortable than my floor. It took me almost 2 years, but I get it now.”
“This grief, this missing your person, and this raising babies without their daddy – it is relentless.”
“You realize down to your bones how short life is. Relationships matter more. Words matters more.”