The Widow Life

5 Reasons I Still Wear My Wedding Ring

It’s been 2.5 years (well, actually 2 years 3 months and 19 days if you want to be exact) since my marital status changed from married to widowed. And yet my left ring finger still sports the band my husband gave me 18 years ago when he promised we’d be together forever. For me, it’s…

Shaking the Stench of Death off Our Family

Back when my husband was wrapping up his first round of cancer treatment – so this was before all hope had been lost – we were at the hospital for a follow-up visit after his surgery. It was a spring day in Michigan so the air was warming up and the ground was thawing, but…

Fury, Pity and Self-Loathing

On the day I’m writing this, it’s exactly two years since the day my husband died. Two years of wandering around in the dark. Two years of feeling like a failure as a mother and a person. Two years of being silently furious about everything and anything. Grief makes you into someone you don’t want…