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I have never been a blogger. I never thought I would start a blog. I feel a little shy about sharing my deepest, darkest thoughts to the world when I sometimes do not want to share them with a close friend. I decided it may help me in my journey of grief if I left myself anonomous so that I truly share with you my feelings of the day. My only goal in this blog is to have a record of my journey through grief. A journey I never expected at 30, a journey I wish I was not experiencing. My husband died ten months ago today and I still find I sometimes do not think it really happened. I struggle daily with fear, guilt, sadness, happiness, hope, and numerous other feelings that usually ride with me throughout my roller coaster ride I now call life.
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Hi…
My name is Monica and I am a fellow widow – what an awful thing to have in common, huh? My husband died very unexpectedly as well. It was four years ago. I’m sending thoughts of comfort your way – I’m sad that we both have to be on this journey – feel free to email if you need to vent to someone… Sending hugs and comfort – Monica
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An old friend of mine recently died… Tom Gleason, better known to his friends as Tommer.
I’ll remember Tommer for:
His great wit and humor: Our freestyle routine was named “The Rupert Routine”
because he always made great fun that I foster cared a big roly-poly
dog named Rupert.
His consistent and positive way in Freestyle, DDC, Disc Golf, and
life.
How he was always encouraging and complementing you.
Showing me the ropes on Morley Field.
The great fresh “juicers” drinks that he would make from fresh fruit.
How he inspired my rose bushes to bloom at our house, which inspired
me, since I have no green thumb.
His idea of old age when he could no longer Jam… a Lazyboy, a
housecoat, and a remote. I wish I could send him a big, fluffy
housecoat now.
- Lee
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