Hi HOTties. In my infinite laziness, this year’s anniversary post was a live Facebook feed of Cael and my visit through the Steelmantown Cemetery. For those of you who haven’t read some of my previous posts, this is a “green” cemetery—no embalming, no caskets, everything(people included) is 100% biodegradable. All plots are still hand-dug by … Continue reading 6 years—and a trip through a green cemetery.
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
Seasons grievings and the roller coaster of emotions
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
***Disclaimer***typing this on the treadmill; any spelling and or grammatical errors are to be blamed on that fact. August 11th was my mom's birthday. She turned 67. I think. I'd ask her, but I doubt she'd know. She'd likely not know her exact age(admittedly, I often forget mine as well since I gently fib about … Continue reading Two days late, two dollars short and a new-ish direction