My Story

Like many people who have lost the love of their life, I never in a million years thought I’d be here. On my 40th birthday — which I spent with my husband and our two kids bowling, devouring cupcakes, and laughing more than I ever thought was possible — I never dreamed that by my 41st, I’d be a grieving single mom raising a son and daughter on her own. But here I am, and with each passing day, I get a little stronger, and life gets a little easier.

When I lost Greg, I quickly learned that there is no handbook for those of us who have lost our partner and suddenly find ourselves raising our children on our own. But I also learned that there is a community of people who are just like me, using all their might to put one foot in front of the other every day — even when it seems impossible — for the sake of our children and the memory of our beloved.

Why I created

It’s been over a year since Greg left us, and although I still — and ALWAYS will — miss him with every single fiber of my being, I owe it to him and his goofball, carefree spirit to make the most out of every day. It’s in his honor that I created this site to support my fellow widows and widowers. Without the unwavering support of my children, family, friends and even selfless strangers, I never would have made it through those first few months. Really, I would probably still have trouble getting out of bed some mornings, even a year later.

Through this site, I will be sharing my unexpected and ongoing journey of losing my husband and learning to be the best parent (and person) I can be while nurturing my grief. Parenting, much like life itself, is full of ups, downs, twists, turns, sorrows and joys — that’s just as true when you’re a widow, and maybe even moreso. But with love, acceptance, time and community, we all can and WILL triumph over tragedy.

This is for you, my darling Greg.