On the one year anniversary of the day Andy died, I reflected on the year. Here's what I wrote: One year ago, I lost my husband and...

I woke early on a spring Saturday morning to Colin walking into my room with a look of deep concern on his face, “Mom, Peaches is hurt!”...

When you haven't been through grief before, it's hard to know what it is. People kept telling me that grief is something you take with...

I woke up today with the daily disbelief that this was my life, wondering how I got here. Somehow the message came to me: my husband...

Jealousy is one of the few negative feelings not frequently discussed in the grieving process, but it’s there. It’s in the life I...

Recovering from suicide loss is like a real life game of Chutes and Ladders. You move forward, generally slowly, one step at a time...

Today for the first time when I looked at the collage, did it dawn on me that this is no loner my life. This was my life. The goal is...

On what would have been our 19th wedding anniversary, I went to Whidbey Island with my parents and the kids to scatter some of Andy’s...

One week after Andy died I began to feel weakness and numbing in my legs. At times, I felt like my knees might buckle and I might...

One week after Andy died, there were so many gaps to fill and pieces to pick up. The puzzle of his life, and mine, were formulating from...