grief
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Texting grief…
Sending texts to my husband is an unexpected comfort. His phone still sits on the kitchen desk fully charged. Like most olds, he was conscientious about keeping it charged – just in case an urgent call for a domino game came in, or a football text from a grandson requiring affirmation of how pitiful the… Continue reading
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Showing up…
It’s been 3 months since my husband died. Unless you’ve been through it, it’s hard to explain grief process. Process implies some order or linear progression. Grieving has neither of those. It is chaotic. It’s all over the place, scattered, memories jumping from one decade to another, thoughts, feelings, regrets, joys and whatever else emotional… Continue reading
About Me
This blog started out as letters to my dog maizie but devolved into meaningless observations from a half-deaf cancer alumnus introvert navigating the noise you other people make.
DEARMAIZIE 