We sang while making dinner the other day. And I missed you. But it wasn’t the aching, lump in my throat missing you that I usually feel when a wave of missing you comes on…. It was just missing you, because I know you would have been singing right along with us and having a […]
After Brad died I used to have the most horrible, crushingly sad dream. In the dream I had just lost Brad again. Throughout the whole dream I was running all over looking for him and I could never find him. People I would pass would say, “he just went that way.” “he just
So it’s safe to say that Valentines day is no longer one of my favorite holidays. to be honest, it pretty much blows now. And each year it is a hard day and it seems like I miss Brad more on that day than others….(didn’t think that was possible, but I guess it is.) so
10 yrs ago this last weekend I met my soul mate. And he changed everything. I’ve been thinking about that magical little weekend 10 years ago a lot over this past month. Thinking about the totally random miraculous way we even met. (blind date, set up by someone I had met, I think once, about
Widow. When I realized that at age 33, that title applied to me – it made me physically sick. I completely rejected that word and everything that it stood for. I never refer to myself as a widow. (it’s ironic that my blog has this word in the title. – really I’ve always
I have a love hate relationship with Memorial Day weekend. I love that people remember and honor Brad more than on your average day. But it’s also an emotional roller coaster weekend for me. I usually get a little pissed, missing my old memorial days spent with my sweet husband. I’m usually grateful, a
Driving home tonight a Sugarland song came on the radio. All of a sudden I am thrown back into a memory with Brad. Driving from Destin home to Panama City. We would go to Destin for a date or with the family every once in a while. I love that little stretch of road between.
I can not see the ocean without thinking of Brad. He proposed to me on the beach. We got married and moved a few days later to our home in Florida. Not right on the beach, but close enough that when I needed to see the ocean I wasn’t further than about 15 miles away.
My birthday is on Veteran’s Day. It was the greatest day to have a birthday. Brad was always off work and I got to spend the whole day with him. I would wake to breakfast in bed – usually Brad’s famous French toast. (my favorite) He would have something amazing planned every year, little gifts
I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was driving to school (I taught 2nd grade) and I heard something on the radio about a plane hitting the World Trade Center. I had only been able to listen for a minute or two before I got to school. I ran in and when I