Dear Tim; we need to talk about our bathroom
Lorena
By that I mean “my bathroom,” but whatever. You’re still here a lot, in my head. When we first came to look at this place, I couldn’t help but laugh…
Tim Interrupted
December 18th again? Already???
CW for death of loved ones and the stress of grief at the holiday season. Storytime! I’ll try not to make this unreadably long. (Cue Morgan Freeman voice: “she did…
Dear Timmy Sean; yesterday was your birthday
Dear Tim; Yesterday was your birthday. I wanted to write something (I wanted to acknowledge your birthday and send a love letter to your family) but also I didn’t (it…
Dear Tim; who were you, even?
CW: grief, confusion, anger, you know, all that stuff that comes with death of a spouse and being a widow. Dear Tim; Sometimes I wonder… who were you? What were…
Hey, bud, it’s been a while since I’ve written
CW for anyone new, the posts in my “Letters to Tim” series touch on the death of a spouse, living with loss, the blend of absurdity and terrible weight of…
March 11, 2022
Timothy Sean Conyers 1/3/69 – 3/11/22 I’m sure I will have loads more to say about the grieving process and the people who help me through this, but for now……
March 10(-11), 2022
A bad day. A long day. The last day. The first day of the rest of a life I wasn’t prepared for but must learn to navigate. Was that a…
March 9, 2022
At this point, I’m not sure I was really thinking. Really feeling. Anything. I was just breathing, getting through one minute at a time. If you had told me it…
March 8, 2022
At this point… there are two, maybe two and a half days left. Do you call the day he died a day? If he died at 2 in the morning?…
March 7, 2022
I wish I could say “this was the worst day” but so many days were “the worst.” I’m going to start off with what I posted on Caring Bridge later…
March 6, 2022
We’re getting near the end, here, and I don’t really know what to say now any more than I did then. I think by this point I had given up…
March 5, 2022
One thing I don’t think I’ve talked about is that about once a week, maybe once every ten days or so, some well-meaning person would message me with the thoughtful…