wendywillow

Well it's high time I wrote a journal entry - I enjoy reading all of yours and learn from each and every one of you!  Thank you all for being here. Some of you may remember how heart-broken I was...

Six days to go until the first anniversary of his death. A year ago he was alive. I feel like I am Walking His Last Days. As if it's a sort of a "countdown". I am drawn to last June and can...

For the past few weeks, I've hit rock bottom in the Well of Grief. I don't know why. I guess we never do. And I've been wondering "how do we do this stuff? Does anybody have a Handbook on How to...

I sat at my kitchen table one sunny morning a day or so ago, looking out the window into the snowy backyard. That window was new; a lovely and spaceous bay window David and I had installed the winter...

I did not want to do Christmas this year. But Christmas came anyway.Christmas morning, I decided to go out for a walk. I was spending Christmas at my daughter's; the evening had been fun, especially...

I'm in the wind, I'm in the breezeI'm in the flowers and in the treesI'm all around; though you cannot seePlease don't weep, I'm still me. I'm energy now, a beam of lightI watch over you, day and...

 Seemingly out of nowhere, a butterfly appeared. As I looked up from my weeping, there she was, sitting quietly on the back of the Other Chair. The empty one. The one where David always sat. That...

Was driving to my daughter's home to babysit her children.  Nice day, but I was sad, thinking about hubby.  Where is he??  Why doesn't he come home?  Isn't this just a bad dream?? Tears rolling...

...about those little "signs" that my dear hubby is still here, somehow.  Somebody else wrote a journal entry called Butterfly kisses.  That brought to mind the other night.  I was crying myself...

Moving. I've sold our family home. And am now going through all the memories of our time together in this house.It's tough.  I feel like I'm experiencing Aftershocks of the Earthquake of David's...

Six days to go until the first anniversary of his death. A year ago he was alive. I feel like I am Walking His Last Days. As if it's a sort of a "countdown". I am drawn to last June and can...

For the past few weeks, I've hit rock bottom in the Well of Grief. I don't know why. I guess we never do. And I've been wondering "how do we do this stuff? Does anybody have a Handbook on How to...

I sat at my kitchen table one sunny morning a day or so ago, looking out the window into the snowy backyard. That window was new; a lovely and spaceous bay window David and I had installed the winter...

I did not want to do Christmas this year. But Christmas came anyway.Christmas morning, I decided to go out for a walk. I was spending Christmas at my daughter's; the evening had been fun, especially...

I'm in the wind, I'm in the breezeI'm in the flowers and in the treesI'm all around; though you cannot seePlease don't weep, I'm still me. I'm energy now, a beam of lightI watch over you, day and...