Funerals, and other F words.

It was such a shock seeing him, dressed up in his favourite blue suit with his ‘peach’ shirt. Glasses, shiny shoes; he looked like we were about to go on a date, rather then he was about to be cremated. His hair was all slicked down neatly so I mushed it up as he liked it. He was smooth and very cold to the touch.

No longer feeling 22

Today is my birthday, getting older. Now I’m a 23 year old widow. I don’t feel like celebrating, I don’t feel like hitting the town. I feel like I am 80 years old and want to sleep though it and forget it exists. The day will be the same for everyone else around me whether…

What’s the worst part about this?

People often ask me. “What is the worst part of losing your partner?” First of all, not an overly appropriate question, DO NOT ask your local widow woman this. But the first time I got asked, I had to give it serious thought. Everything is terrible about losing your partner. Things that suck about your…