Living is a whole new adventure when you suddenly find yourself alone, widowed and the mother of four young boys a lot like their Dad.
I Sold Grant’s Happy Place
I sold the house Grant bought 7 months before he died. The one he had to have so he could go flying. The house that got him out of the snow. The house he moved into with the hellish heat. The heat that I felt at his outside celebration of life funeral in July in that heat. The funeral he missed because he was dead.
Thank You for Driving
I didn’t yet understand why I had such an odd, even familiar feeling as I sat in the front passenger seat with my kids in the back.
Grant’s Grapefruit
Two full months after Grant died, I finally threw away his grapefruit. I knew myself better than to throw it away in the kitchen. I tossed it in the big trash can outside, the one that goes out on the street tonight… I’d already been holding onto it for 2 months. A grapefruit!
