One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
March 4, 2022
There was one week left. I don't know how I would have felt, if I'd known. Thankful that he wouldn't be suffering? Empty? Devastated? Angry?...
March 3, 2022
Here are some words Photographs and memories Christmas cards you sent to me All that I have are these To remember you Memories that come...
March 2, 2022
Not a good day. I barely remember it, anything that happened that day, other than cleaning the mailbox when I got home. I don't have...
March 1, 2022
The biggest thing about this day was putting in a new Central Line, so they could do dialysis. Now. Let's talk about dialysis. Even though...
February 28, 2022
This was... not a great day. At this point I had sort of stopped asking the universe "what else" or "is that all you got"...
