This blog was born the day I lost my husband in 2002. It was at first a therapeutic grief journal when I found myself a 46 year old widow with two young kids at home. Journaling was a ritual for me at first. I was determined to make every day a Memorial day. ... maybe, just maybe if the words were just right I could recapture some happiness. Maybe he could reach from beyond and fill my emptiness. Maybe....not.
As it happens, the emptiness has been filled by a combination of personal growth and serendipity. Today I am happy. Here is a continuing project, no longer a ritual, but a tapestry that is still in progress. This is my story of love, grief, recovery and continued life.