Tag: widowhood
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Eight Years Later: Grief, Gratitude, and a Love That Remains
Eight years ago, I said goodbye to my husband, my best friend, and the calm to my chaos. It still feels impossible that eight years have passed since I last held his hand. Some days, it feels like eight years. Other days, eight months. And sometimes, eight days. That’s the strange thing about grief. Time…
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Biscotti Math
I went to Farmers Pick for my usual monthly haul of imported Italian staples because, as a full-blooded Italian, I’m deeply passionate about olive oil quality and pasta brands. I stood in the bakery aisle holding a package of Almond Biscotti, turned it over a few times, as we do when we are contemplating such…
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Widowhood: Seven Years Later
It’s still hard to believe that seven years ago, I had no idea how I was going to get through a single day, let alone a month or a future, without the love of my life, my husband, best friend, favourite conversationalist, and the calm to my chaos. The only person who truly appreciated my…
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MY NEW LIFE: Six Years Later
It’s been six years since I last heard my husband’s infectious laugh, was the recipient of his dazzling smile, and inhaled the scent of his cologne. Six years since our last walk together, stopping at the Tim Horton’s, where we’d get lost in conversation and laughter. Six years since I’d curl up on the couch…
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My New Life: Four Years later
After my husband died on July 10, 2018, I remember thinking there was no way I’d make it one piece past the first year, and at times, I still can’t fathom how I made it, but I did. During these past four years; I’ve had unbearable days, I’ve had good days, I’ve had overwhelming days,…