My boy

Yesterday we entered the Olivander's Wand Shop in Universal California. With a group of about 25 people we were all positioned against the wall by the assistant. Your father and I hoped one of you boys would be chosen as the special guest to have a wand fitted to you. The wand chose you, my first born son. Watching you go…

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Mother’s Day Story

http://enterprisenews.com/news/20180513/for-brockton-widow-motherhood-became-whole-new-world Recently Heather Bartlett a We Do Care Support group participant was interviewed by a local newspaper The Brockton Enterprise. She made the front page on Mother's Day! Just look at her beautiful children. This article gives you a glimpse into the journey of Heather raising 4 children who lost their father, Larry. She shares the importance of finding a place…

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Vulnerable

One cold February day I hurriedly took out the trash. A bag in one hand, the recyclables in the other hand, I took a fast slide on the slippery sheet of ice on my driveway. I ended up lying there with my left ankle twisted under my other leg, feeling the sharp and sudden pain of the fall. I had screamed…

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The terrible twos of grief.

At first I heard that the first year is the hardest.  My therapist told me that getting through the "year of firsts" would be the hardest part.  The first set of holidays, first wedding anniversary without him, first everything would be the hardest.   That made sense.   And then I met other widows.  In support group and talking online.  And…

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Raising Grieving Children

Raising children who grieve might be the hardest thing ever. I thought telling my 3 year old son back in February of 2010 that his Daddy died was the worst thing I ever had to do. That his “heart stopped beating. that although the doctors tried very hard to save him and usually doctors DO save people, his father had died.…

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… Like there’s no such thing as a broken heart…

I met my husband five years ago yesterday. Okay that is kind of false for a couple reasons.  First, we actually met in kindergarten and grew up in the same neighborhood, I just didn't remember him.   Secondly, it is 11:15pm and we all know how long winded I can be, so it may be tomorrow by the time this is…

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The infertile widow…

I held back tears last week as I waited to check out at the Dr's office.  Not just any doctor, I should explain.  Obstetrics and Gynecology.   I stood behind a young couple.  The woman was at the desk.  The father was rocking an infant carrier.  The baby was giggling.  The rock on her hand seemed to sparkle despite the gross…

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