The day before my husband’s funeral, my eldest brother-in-law informed me that I was family and that Paul’s death didn’t change that. He let me…
Today is my 39th birthday. It seems silly to care or to mark the day at all. But it’s my birthday, so I can’t help…
On Wednesday, 6 February 2002, I was meant to go to St Andrews for the day. Only the friend I was meant to travel with was ill,…
The truth is, I fell. I fell really, really hard and I spiralled a bit. OK, maybe I spiralled a lot. It started last September…
One week before Paul died, we had a conversation about our futures, should one of us die – a conversation sparked because it was the anniversary of…
I managed to survive Christmas alone. I won’t lie and say that it was easy. In fact, it was so very hard. My broken heart…
I’ve decided to spend Christmas alone this year. I know that sounds silly to some people, but it seems like the right thing to do…
Another year, another birthday. Only he’s still not here to celebrate. My Paul would be 51 years old today, but instead, he will forever be…
Graduation is on Friday and I’m really dreading looking forward to it. Oops, did you catch that error? Well, if I’m honest I’m not looking…
Today marks one year since I hit the reset button on my future. Yes, it’s been one year since I moved back to my beautiful,…
There is something ever-so-cruel about random memories. OK, not always. In fact, most of the time random memories are happy moments. But sometimes, like today,…
A friend of mine sent me a link to a fellow widow’s blog this weekend and I had a wee peek around to see what…
You may have noticed that I’ve been rather quiet these past few weeks. Maybe you’ve found that refreshing or maybe you’ve been wondering where I’ve…
The sun is shining brightly in Scotland today. And I am so thankful for it because it’s made me realise how happy I am right…
I started a post yesterday, but couldn’t bring myself to finish it through the tears. You see, yesterday was my 7th wedding anniversary – and the 4th…
It’s been three years since Paul died so suddenly; so unexpectedly. Some days I can’t believe that he’s gone. Some days I struggle with comprehending…
I’m a little bit crazy most days. Always have been; always will be. But widowhood seems to have increased my insanity. In fact, it seems…
OK, I’m going to answer another question from when I asked what you wanted me to write about. The second question was if I believed in…
Once again, I wanted to spend the day inside, hiding away from the world. I wanted to sit in and sulk and cry and feel…
Fifty years ago, a great man was born. Today is a guarded celebration of that fact; guarded, because Paul’s not here to join in the…