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,
Just because I am yet to imagine it for myself, doesn’t mean there isn’t a great beauty and love yet to be discovered in the unknown. … More Beauty In The Unknown,
With every thought and action, in everything I do, every choice I make, everything I see, I grieve for him. Why, because I love him. … More Because I Love Him,
Ill never forget the first chemotherapy treatment she received. I clenched his hand so tightly and tried to hide my tears from her. … More Alone On Autopilot
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
“When you can tell your story and it doesn’t make you cry, you know you are healed”. … More Chapters of our stolen life
Remembering my love comes naturally everyday, how can it not when he’s all I think about now. Recently I’ve been thinking about ways I can memorialise my memories of him, the life he lived and the life we shared. So far I have done this through my writing and a memorial tattoo. Through talking about him all … More Remembering our lives and our love
Fierce Widow 