As much as I try to escape it, that day has been on replay in my mind for the past few weeks. The lead up to the one year mark of the day life changed. Terrified at the thought of what emotions this day will bring me. Angry that this day has a place in … More 357 Days of a Widows Grief
Despite being nick named “Straighty Kaiti” by the kind and compassionate people I sometimes associate with. I am a junkie, because … More I am a Junkie & Your Judgement Sucks
His smell I only now know, as being similar to the bottle of cologne that sits in my drawer. His scent no longer lingers on the items he once wore. … More Forgetting The Unforgettable,
Surely this isn’t real. Patiently waiting for him in darkness, hoping he will walk towards me and say “I’m sorry I took so long” … More Knowing He Was Here
Fierce Widow 