The Forgetful Widow, Widows Fog and Widow Brain
"Widows fog," also referred to as "Widow brain,". It is a term used by individuals to describe the mental difficulties or memory impairment they experience after the loss of a spouse. It is important...
Alcohol & Grief Don’t Mix Well
Alcohol & Grief: Losing a spouse is a difficult experience that can leave you feeling overwhelmed, sad, and helpless. In such times, some people turn to alcohol as a coping mechanism. While alcohol may...
When Blue Skies Return: A Widow’s Voice
After years of dreading sunny days and silent weekends, our Guest Writer kindly shares how something has quietly shifted. In this gentle reflection, she describes how spring light, birdsong, and a moment in the garden revealed not just change but the beginnings of peace.
Back to School and Grief Don’t Mix Well
And the "Mother Of The Year" awards goes to...
Where were we?
Feeling miserable? Being a useless mother? Not sleeping? Too much crying going on? No energy?
Yeah, something like this.
So, school has started. And we survived the first week. Another big achievement considering I nearly poisoned my daughter. And I totally grossed her out. All in one day.
Last Monday - first day of school. I started off do well. Got up early to fix her uniform, to make her lunch, to make sure she gets up on time. Doddle right? Just one kid left, nothing else to worry about...
When we left the house I noticed I had used a blue thread to fix her black uniform. Oh, well.
Spent the day doing whatever until it was time to collect Katie from the bus stop.
As she walked towards me I noticed a somewhat not impressed look on her face.
Limerick’s Olive Foley Appointed Ambassador to Children’s Grief Centre
THE widow of Irish and Munster rugby legend, Anthony "Axel" Foley, is the newly appointed ambassador to the Children’s Grief Centre in Limerick.
Olive Foley recently spoke of her grief experience following the death of her 42 year old husband, in October, 2016. Shortly after Anthony's death the principal of her sons' school provided her with Sr. Helen's phone number, founder of the Children's Grief Centre.
Speaking about the support provided to her young boys, Olive said "Over the last year and half she [Sr. Helen] has supported the kids and really seen them through a very difficult time so I have really seen first hand the work she has done. It is quite extraordinary to be able to give children a beautiful place where they can go to, and express themselves through talking, express emotions through art and all these different lovely mediums. She and her staff do incredible work.
Hello! How do you make an introduction that’s not boring
How do you make an introduction that's not boring.
My name is Susanne and I found this site only a few days ago. (OK, that is boring)
I only put a short "Hi" in the members forum and got ever so lovely responses very quickly. I also offered to write a blog for you.
When my husband became ill I set up a FB page to keep our friends informed, instead of having to call or email everyone separately. Yes, I'm lazy. Very soon I started writing longer pieces, and I realised quickly how helpful this was. The support I got in the comments from our friends, most of whom live quite far away, was immense and became a lifeline. But I also noticed writing things down helped me to cope better.
Bridget Jones is a Widow
Bridget Jones and Widowhood
The latest instalment of Bridget Jones, due for release 10 October, has caused a bit of a fuss amongst fans and critics.
Writer Helen Fielding has killed off Mark Darcy leaving Bridget...
Today’s thought for the bereaved – Don’t Give Up!
A poem that reminds us to don't give up, take each day one at a time, moment by moment if you need too. The person you lost would never want you to give up, but instead to carry on.
Brave Son Climbs Mount Elbrus after Recent Loss of Father
Our son climbed Mount Elbrus this week. The highest mountain in Europe, one of the seven summits. Now, while this in itself is remarkable for anyone to achieve, it was something else for Philipp. Not only had he lost his dad just three months ago, he is also very ill. He doesn't talk about it much, it's not an illness one likes to talk about. Is isn't a visible illness either, so if you'd see him, you wouldn't notice. He's a bit pale, a bit too skinny, maybe. He wouldn't tell you that he is ALWAYS tired, that he's running to the loo ten times a day, every single day. He wouldn't tell you that he is in pain. He wouldn't tell you that he was hardly able to leave his room for two years, that he had spent his teenage years pumped full with high doses of steroids and tons of other meds.
Yesterday I Was A Wife Today I Am A Widow
Yesterday I was a wife. Today I am a widow. Yesterday I had a life. Today I do not know what I have, where I am, or who I am. I do normal stuff. I do not cry. I get up and behave quiet as I always do. I wash, dress, make our bed, it is less disturbed than usual. The pillows on my side bear the imprint of my head but the other pillows are fat and plump.
Down stairs I boil the kettle, take down two cups and put the teabags into them – make the tea and bring it to the table. I sit in my chair and stare. I stare at the nothingness before me. My neighbour calls in and sits in the empty chair. He called in last week and discussed his new purchase with my husband Tony, a new vehicle. My husband wished him well with it. A customer of mine poked her head into the kitchen “are you measuring him up Tommy” – the two men laugh, I laugh, Josephine laughs. Tommy is an undertaker, its his job and he does it well.