Hey Guys, came upon these at another great blog site . I especially like 4 and 6. Take care, TRead more
.... than the word, "widowed".
I used to hate that word.
In the first two years out.
Refused to use it or answer to it.
Here I am, one of nine men sitting on nine bar stools, all of us without wedding rings. The others look a little older than me but it’s an unfair comparison; in my mind’s eye I’m still 30, the age when I met my wife. But here we are, nonetheless, peers, or at least men of similar relationship status – lonely.Read more
It was Friday afternoon, and I was busy wrapping up some work that had been piled on my desk. I was looking forward to the end of the week, and for some relaxing time on the weekend. There was a lot on my mind, with Camp Widow being just around the corner, and things to get done at home. Suddenly my cell phone rang, and I could see it was my daughter calling.Read more
Next week, at this exact time, many of y'all will be home...and when I say home, I mean at Camp Widow.Read more
In just 9 more days I get to see some of my favorite people on the planet! A few of them are pictured here. It seems like only yesterday I was packing my suitcase and heading home after an amazing and exhausting weekend of Camp Widow. How can a year have passed already?Read more
Two years ago, less than three months after he died, I went looking for him.
I remembered this today, as I made a to-do list. Things that need to happen before two of my three kids fly back east, without me.
Even now, the notion of looking for him makes sense.
So, I went back to the post I wrote on August 4, 2009.
"He'd want you to keep on living." "He'd want you to be happy."
Oh, how those remarks we're scalpels to my ears when Michael first died. But, they kept coming, mouth after mouth, stranger after family member.
She says to me “Kim, you’re important. Other widows want to meet you. They ask if you will be there.”
I was talking to Michele, the founder of this blog, Camp Widow, Widow’s Village and Soaring Spirits Foundation.
She was trying to convince me to come to widow camp.
I wasn’t going. Even though I live just two hours away.
I wasn’t going.