Hospice: Dying to Get In

Yes---that's me in the above picture. Don't fret. I'm not quite dead yet. Any beliefs you may have had about me being a woman of class or decorum are likely dead, however, after seeing me mimic a corpse in a hospice bed. What can I say? Gallows humor has its appeal. Anyway..   The original … Continue reading Hospice: Dying to Get In

It is Easy Being Green

  I buried Jamey. Actually, a few people did. I mean, obviously I'm not suggesting that I just did it recently; he's clearly been taking his eternal dirt nap for a while now. What I mean is, I dug a shovel into a mound of earth, then sprinkled the earth on his shrouded body. And … Continue reading It is Easy Being Green

The Final Firsts

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of Jamey's death.   It also marked the last of "The Firsts" for me and Cael.   "The Firsts" can be ominous milestones in the infant phases of grief. We often ask ourselves how, as a widower, we'll manage an anniversary dinner with only one place-setting. We ponder how … Continue reading The Final Firsts

The Holidaze

Seasons grievings and the roller coaster of emotions

8pm Meetings with Grief

Grief is pissing me off. She's been totally ignoring me for the last few months. I think she's found someone else to hang out with, I don't know. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I've been trying to get a hold of Her so we could sit down and touch base. I've wanted to check in with … Continue reading 8pm Meetings with Grief