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Sometimes I Read All His Texts, Like Last Night.

Sometimes I read all his texts, like last night. It’s interesting because I can still hear his voice and I’m able to decipher what he means, no matter the word count. He could type stuff like a flat ‘No’ and I could still hear the inclination of his pitch while delivering the word. Something you can’t say about everybody in your life. It’s only a selected…
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April 11, 2018
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Fishes

Don and I were only married just under 5 years when he died of a heart-attack, smack in the middle of his life, in July, 2011. We never got to start our family. Would we have had children? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. Probably. It was something we talked about often, and something we both wanted to make happen one day. Adoption was one thing we fantasized…
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April 9, 2018
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The Visit

It is said that grief lasts forever. In a way it does. It lives inside of you for decades. Silenced by life, awakened by memories. The mind has the ability to bring someone back to life and make them timeless. Immortal. And so it is for me and my girls in our visit to Denmark this week, his home country. And so it is, we…
Christina
April 6, 2018
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I’d Rather Have a Margarita

A couple of weeks ago, one of the leaders in my support group was giving out handouts for that week’s chapter. As I was reading them, I came to a part that made me cringe and want to cry out “this sentence is grammatically incorrect.” I refrained, as that would have been very inappropriate. However, each time I looked at it, the urge to let…
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April 5, 2018
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7 Rules for Loving a Grieving Heart

Loss is a universal experience. Grief is a response to loss. Thus, grief is a universal experience. Every single person, at some time, in some way, will grieve. They will experience the roaring ravages of love and loss, the gaping hole torn in the center of the only life they’ve ever known, and the void that now stands in its wake. And yet, despite an…
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April 4, 2018
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Plugging into Frivolity

I live in the city, near surfing beaches where cowgirl boots are not the norm. I don’t have any farm work to do. The nearest horse riding or line dancing classes are about an hour and a half away. I don’t mind a bit of Keith Urban, Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton, but I’m not really into country music. Yet I delight in regularly wearing…
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April 3, 2018
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