Signs from Loved Ones: Is there life after death?

Looking for signs after the loss of a loved one is comforting – challenging our loved ones to communicate with us can be reassuring .

Keeping an open mind, I believe we can find signs from our loved ones if we accept that it is possible.

My latest sign came from my mom on Mother’s Day.  I spent the day with my sister.  This is our third year without calling mom or sending her flowers.  We didn’t get to have lunch with her so we made plans to visit the Sarasota Jungle gardens and go to lunch with some of our family members. We both miss our mom so a sister is a good substitute.

In our family we have pretty much agreed that seeing a red male cardinal is a visit from our dad.  I don’t see them as much here in Florida, but that is our sign.  For my mom, we got a bit trickier.  She sends us white dolphins.

When the butterfly landed on my beer can and started sipping as I sat in a poolside lounge chair in Thailand on the first anniversary of Mike’s death, I took that as a sign that he was still with me. I visited a psychic medium a few months after Mike died and she told me that he send me blue jays.  Sure enough, I used to see one fly in front of my car on my 3 minute commute to work every day.  I don’t see too many blue jays down here in Florida.

Immediately after he passed, his cousin and mother started finding dimes in the craziest of places. They felt strongly that these were signs.

I spent an amazing summer weekend with the Forever Family Foundation in Connecticut the first year after my husband died. I had a positive experience bonding with other people going through grief. Several certified psychic mediums did group readings and I was fortunate to have Mike come through with messages for me during those sessions.

After the weekend, I bought a book by five year anniversary of our first date and it is true, life goes on.

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Procrastinating during the holidays is Sometimes a Good Idea

Procrastinating during the holidays can help the widow deal with grief and loss on her own time.

After Thanksgiving it’s easy to get caught up in the rush and frenzy of Christmas. Keeping busy may be helpful, or maybe you just don’t feel the holiday spirit after the loss of a loved one.  It’s Ok to not do anything somedays.  Other times, you may find yourself lost in a copy of the book that resembles, “If you give a mouse a cookie” by Laura Numeroff and spend the day chasing squirrels.  That is OK too.  Widows get a pass on living up to the expectations we women have burdened ourselves with.  It’s been six years for me now, but I enjoyed reading my post about the second year when I wanted to get back into the swing of the holiday season, but needed a little help.

Decorating for Christmas was definitely on my to do list, I just kept putting it on the bottom.  The idea of digging out all my favorite memories that I had collected over the years for the Christmas tree, kept me frozen with apprehension.

My first year as a widow I avoided the Holidays and traveled. I ran away and didn’t participate in many of my favorite traditions. The cruise during Christmas week to the Caribbean with my 2 sons was perfect for the first year. I never put out any decorations and I was fine with that. A Different Christmas is OK, especially after the loss of a loved one.

The decision was made to decorate on this year 2 and I was planning to do it.  I was going to do it… after I made myself some breakfast.

While I was making home fries, an omelet and coffee, I searched for a piece of paper so I could make a to do list.  After brunch, my puppy started barking.  I was sure he needed a walk so off we went.

When I got back from the walk I noticed that my yard needed a good clean up.

I took out the power tools – a noisy leaf blower.  I started blowing leaves all over the back yard. Once the deck was cleared and the rest pushed to the sides of the yard I thought I would start decorating inside.

But then I noticed the bird feeder was empty.  I have a thing about blue jays and cardinals.  I feel like  my husband and my dad send them to me to comfort me.  It was time to get some bird food.  That was really important.  So I found the car keys and put on a hat.  Off to  do some shopping.

At the garden store, I picked up 20 pounds of bird seed, 75 feet of white pine roping and a 15 inch fake Christmas tree.  I wasn’t ready to pull out all the boxes of ornaments but felt that the small tree with some pretty new decorations would spruce up the house.

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Working with the Florida beach horses

I roll over and see the light starting to sneak through the blinds. I’m about to turn over when I remember: I have work today.

Whoopee!

I smile as I get up and grab my phone and glasses. The coffee pot is ready, so I push the button and check the weather for today. Sunny and hot in Florida. No thunderstorms until late in the afternoon. Great. The coffee pot dings and I can sip hot, caffeine into my veins.

I gather some lunch snacks and refill two water bottles. I dress in my black tank swimsuit, black biking shorts and a pink tank top. I’ll ask them for a company tank top today.

I pack a change of clothes and two towels. One for ‘work’ and one for after if I decide to swim at the beach, 5 miles further down the causeway.

Pete makes me a delicious protein-rich breakfast and I take Harry out for his morning walk. I kiss all goodbye and put on my pink baseball cap. I’m heading out to work.

Florida Beach Horses was looking for guides after many of their workers went back to college after the summer. They invited me in to train. I did two rides with the supervision of an experienced guide and was asked to come back. I guess I passed the interview process!

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Must widows change their name?

Must a widow change her name back to her maiden name? Or do we keep the married name?

Growing up in the 1960s, I hated my name. I was the only girl in my school, at that time, named Kristin. My teachers were confused. They insisted on calling me Christine. Some people called me Christian. They spelled it wrong either starting with a C or ending with “en”. Even my last place of employment, where I worked for 21 years, made the consistent error of spelling my name with an “en” despite my many efforts of correction.

I really wanted to fit in and have a name like the other girls ending in the “eee” sound. Why couldn’t my mom have called me Julie, or Debbie, or Heidi? Years later when I asked her about this, she told me she thought people would call me Kristi. Really? No one ever did. I think you have to initiate that nickname if you are the mother, I told her.

To top it off, my mom decided to use her name as my middle name. Another name I was sure no one except for Austrailians have heard of. Adelaide. Kristin Adelaide was the most obscure name and I was embarrassed to share that top secret information with others.

Of course, my mom never went by Adelaide with her peers. Only her sister called her Adelaide, and it always sounded like she was saying it in a most mocking manner. My mom went by Addie, so even she preferred that “eee” sound at the end of her name. She was popular, and never had an issue fitting in!

Then I grew up with a famously infamous last name. Once people heard the name Sanders, they immediately asked if I was related to the KFC colonel and had a good chuckle over their cleverness. It was easy enough to spell and pronounce, but I did not like that I was always near last when things were done in alphabetical order in school. Being a first born and natural high achiever, being last was not my favorite thing to be.

When I was married at 25 years of age, the idea of women hyphenating their name with their husband’s was all the rage. I considered this fad, but having a background as a teacher, I decided it would be easier for our children if we all just had the same name. Coming from a family of traditionalists, it seemed like the appropriate thing to do. I changed my middle name from Adelaide to Sanders, and my new last name became Divers. It was easy to spell. Surprisingly, people often had trouble pronouncing it – like they expected it to be some strange sounding word like Dee-vers. No, I would explain. Like a scuba diver. Best of all, I was thrilled to be listed near the front of the alphabet, whenever that was relevant.

For 30 years I taught in elementary school and I was known as Mrs. Divers. I taught kindergarten for 21 of those years in the same neighborhood where I lived. Lots of families remember their child’s kindergarten teacher. I would often walk through the supermarket and be stopped by 3 or 4 families with a look of excited surprise as they would see me and exclaim, “Mrs. Divers” across the store. I didn’t always remember the child’s name until I was driving home. It was a bit like how movie stars must feel, and I soon started to do my grocery shopping in the next town after 9pm.

Over the years, generous parents created signs and bags with the name Mrs. Divers on them. I had name stickers made to insert into my collection of children’s books that I would let colleagues borrow as needed. On occasion, the secretary would announce over the PA system, “Mrs. Divers please call the main office”. I was Mrs. Divers, and Mrs. Divers was me.

After Mike died, I didn’t really think about my name much. I had lots of paperwork to deal with and everything was in both of our names. Taking him off the bank accounts, credit cards, car loans, and mortgage took time and effort. Changing my name back to my maiden name was never considered.

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How to be kind and gentle to yourself

Grief from loss knocks the wind out of you. Learning to limit you expectations and take time to be gentle with yourself is one of the hardest lessons.

Being kind to myself is one of the hardest lessons I have learned on this journey after loss.  I am beginning to understand what it means to be gentle with yourself and when I am going to need some quiet time to pull it together.

Grief brings about many emotions; sadness, guilt, anger, despair,  anxiety and it is pretty much agreed upon by people that I have talked to that grief does not follow the rules of proceeding through a certain number of stages until the finish line.  It is more like being hit by waves at the beach, some are bigger than others.  Some knock you down and suck the air out of you.  Some are unexpected and make you feel unbalanced.  Eventually, you learn to prepare for when they hit and maybe to ride a few.

Feeling numb is also common.  Labeled the “widow fog”, we carry on with our routines and try to go through the motions but often may not even remember what we did.  We lose things.  We can not concentrate. We begin to avoid doing even what seems like a simple task.  Everything is so overwhelming.  I remember that I could not talk on the telephone for the longest time.  Mailing a letter or a bill was a major accomplishment.

Going to the grocery store, activities that as a wife were normal, became triggers of anxiety.  I was used to shopping for us.  Now I was only shopping for me.  What do I like to eat? I have no idea. My identity seemed lost and being forced to think about it was stressful.

As a working mom, who took care of her family while managing the household, I was always busy.  I was productive during the day at work.  Things got done.  My students were learning. Coming home, I took care of the home and family.  Paying bills, shopping, cooking, cleaning, driving kids around and planning for my days at work took time.  Spending time socially with neighbors and friends was a pleasure that I was able to fit into my busy life.  I was used to the go – go – go American way of life.  I was happy and fulfilled and loved by a wonderful husband.

That all changed one day late in the summer of 2015 when Mike died.

All the normal behaviors of life that I took for granted, suddenly became so difficult. Making decisions was challenging.  That fog must have a layer of thick molasses on the ground because it is literally hard to even move your body in the right direction, but somehow you do.

You make it through the beginning weeks.  Funeral arrangements have to be made.  Paperwork has to be filed.  You must change names on bank accounts, credit cards, the mortgage and your beneficiary and health insurance at work.  Cars require a visit to DMV to put registration and titles in your name. Insurance agencies and last place of employment needs to be notified. Lawyers may need to be involved with estates. Medical bills paid.  Oh, and don’t forget to tell the pharmacy to stop calling you that your husband’s medication is available.  I finally had to tell them in our local store to stop leaving me that message.

Some days you can do a couple of these things.  Some days, not so much.  I started to write a small list of 3 things I hoped to do each day.  More than 3 and I didn’t seem to get anything done.

When I have an emotional set back, I take some time. Certain dates or situations you can prepare for.  Anniversaries are difficult.  Think about where you want to be, with who and  what you want to be doing. My first year I ran away at Christmas with my sons on a cruise.  It was different. A Different Christmas is OK, especially after the loss of a loved one. I had anticipated that holiday to be awful so we did something out of the ordinary for us.  My wedding anniversary Celebrating my wedding anniversary with the elephants! and the one year anniversary of Mike’s death are a few days apart so I headed to the other side of the earth and distracted myself with elephants in Thailand.

Unfortunately you can’t always travel to the other side of the planet and a lot of times you can not plan for the waves of sadness that hit during grief. You may have days where the ocean of emotions is not that rough.  People  may tell you how strong you are and you may begin to believe them. Then…one of those waves sneaks up and gets you.

I was recently purging some old files and came across copies of my husband’s college transcripts.  I looked at the courses that he had taken and the grades he got.  He had transcripts from the 2 community colleges he attended, as well as the UCSD transcript and one from law school.  I guess I won’t be needing them anymore but that made me cry.  I was glad that I purged the files, but was sad to know that no one would ever need to see his transcripts again.

Another day, my next door neighbor’s mother in law fell on her icy driveway.  The ambulance and police came to take her to the hospital.  The same doctor that had taken my husband to the hospital in an ambulance came up the driveway to talk to us. Seeing all of this brought back trauma from the night my husband died when the ambulance and police car were in front of my house.  It honestly shook me up for a few days and resurfaced so many emotions.

On Superbowl Sunday I was invited to a party at a friend’s house.  I picked up the chicken wings and joined friends to watch the game and comment on the commercials. After the half time show a feeling of melancholy came over me.  I had always watched the Superbowl with Mike and we often hosted the parties.  I had not expected that date to be a trigger.

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The important thing I learned is to take time for some rest. I have been learning to be gentle with myself and that it is OK to have down time. There is no prize for the busiest person. The feeling of being calm and centered can only be practiced when your mind quiets itself.  Don’t get caught up in feeling like you should be doing something.  Just be in the present. No expectations.

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Taking time to just breathe and rest after an emotionally intense episode is important.  Be gentle with yourself by not expecting much.  You would be kind and supportive to a friend who was hurting.  Sometimes you need to treat yourself like a friend.  Put on some soft music or meditations.  Take a nap.  Have a cup of tea.  Lay on the couch and cuddle with a pet.

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In the book Fighting Forward by Jan Owen, she recalls a question posed to her in therapy “What would it look like if you were to show kindness to yourself?”  Jan writes a chapter about her thoughts on what that would look like but I especially connected with her quote “…I would understand my limitations and pace myself so that I have time to pay attention to my grief, practice self-care and rest as needed.”

What would it look like if you were to show kindness to yourself?

Should you get the COVID vaccine?

Should you get that COVID vaccine? Why or why not. Oh, but do you really have to have the second shot too?

I don’t really understand why so many people seem to be against getting vaccinated for COVID, I’m vaccinated and I’m glad that is out of the way.

In my experience, healthy people should be vaccinated against diseases that can cause sickness and death. For the past one hundred years, we have been able to vaccinate our families to protect early death in children from diseases that previously had been as common as a cold.

 We seem to be unaware of how bad the past really was. In 1800 the health conditions were such that 43% of the world’s newborns died before their 5th birthday. In 2015 the child mortality rate had declined to 4.5%. WOW! That is a big jump and we can thank vaccines for that.

Of course as a new mom I did not think twice about having my children vaccinated. The MMR; measles, mumps and rubella, was scheduled as well as whatever my pediatrician advised.

I recall a debate being held regarding whether children should get a chicken pox shot. Most kids got it during the younger years and took a few sick days, then it was back to school. Some moms even exposed their children to infected kids so that their youngsters would get it over with. Some kids were immune. I thought maybe I was.

Then, I had chicken pox in the spring of 10th grade. It was hideous and embarrassing. I had scabs all over, on my head, ears, face, arms YUCK! I went back to school in June with long sleeves to hide the marks. But that is not why I had my kids vaccinated.

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Do Widows Wear Wedding Rings?

Do widows wear wedding rings? After the death of your spouse when do you clean out his stuff from the house, and when do you take off your wedding ring?

My left ring finger looks so bare as I think about what to write on my blog today.  I have put on a few pounds since my wedding day and my ring was literally stuck on my finger.  It was a beautiful ring that my grandmother had worn her whole life and she left to me in her handwritten scrawl on the side of her neatly typed Last Will and Testament.

When Mike and I decided to get married, after living together in California for a year, I went home to New York, took the ring out of the safety deposit box and declared ourselves engaged. We had of course discussed this before I went home to visit. During the week in New York we quickly booked a venue, ordered a wedding gown and bridesmaid dresses, selected flowers and invitations, and introduced our parents at a dinner. We were excited to get married in a church ceremony with our families and friends.

Living in San Diego, I had brought my grandmother’s delicate and large diamond ring to a local jeweler.  It was uncanny how he admired the ring and said it was designed in New York City around 1920 based on the design of the diamond called the  “Old Mine Cut”.  This popular cut is different from today’s diamonds in that instead of being laser cut, it was hand produced.  Every single diamond is unique.

After appraising the ring, we had the jeweler design a ring to match as a wedding band. This was in the late 1980’s when everyone was changing old rings into new designs. I admired those flashy gold rings with the diamonds mounted high above the surface; easy to use as a weapon in a dark, mall parking garage. Resisting the urge and with a lack of additional funds, I kept the ring as is.  I am so glad that I did not change the setting because it is so beautiful the way it is.

But, as with many of the things from my marriage, I have acknowledged that some things are no longer true.  Like on Facebook it says I am married.  I feel like I am married, but I guess I should really change that to widowed.  That just seems too real. I’m not ready to let the world know I am a widow.

Most of Mike’s clothes are now gone from his closet, although I still have a few items that I think my sons may want or I just keep them around because they remind me of him and maybe a special time.  I have expanded my summer wardrobe into his closet.  Recently I was going through some piles of papers and came across his expired license and photo I.D. card from a hotel we worked in together in California.  I didn’t get rid of them, yet.  Not sure why – I just didn’t want to. To read about more about my attempts at clearing out the house click here: Finding Joy in the act of getting rid of clutter.

Some widows are ready when their husband passes, and clean out the houses right away.  That is not the way I dealt with it.  Since his death was unexpected, I was in the denial zone for a while, I left everything as is.  In fact, I often thought and dreamed that this was all a big mistake and he would be back. He died in August and left his flip-flops outside the side door.  I left them outside all winter.

Slowly, I have made progress in moving on or moving forward and parting with some things that I really don’t need.  His toiletries and medicines took a while, but I realized that I didn’t want or need them. One morning, when I was tired of the clutter, I cleared out the bathroom shelves.  He didn’t collect much stuff, but I did get rid of some of his books and papers.  I still have his framed diplomas.  I guess as long as I am living in this house, I don’t have to make decisions about all that stuff yet.

Back to the ring.  It is so pretty.  I had to literally cut it off my finger.  It was broken in 2 parts. The original ring was very thin, and the wedding band torn. The two soldered rings were so tight I could no longer remove the set. My finger was beginning to turn blue. Once again, I considered changing the setting and making it a “cocktail” ring. But, since it is about 100 years old and a family heirloom, I will have it resized and wear my grandmother’s diamond ring on my right hand. It will always remind me that I was married to Mike.

But the wedding band that we had made is special to me. It represents our marriage. Maybe I will use my wedding band and his wedding band and design a piece of jewelry to keep him close to my heart as well. Turning the pieces into a heart or a cross would be lovely.

I asked a jeweler if he could turn the rings into a new piece. He offered to melt them down and purchase the gold, but that just didn’t seem right. I have seem some women design a necklace using the two rings. The design is generally still circular.

Do widows wear wedding rings? Yes they do.  Some will never take them off.  Some will move them to the right hand.  Some will even wear their husband’s band on a thumb or middle finger or on a chain. It is definitely a personal decision and not one any one else should make for you.  When or if you are ready, you will take it off.  Maybe you’ll sometimes put it back on again.

I have seen many examples of beautiful new pieces of jewelry that widows have made.  A necklace with both rings on a chain.  Or both rings melted down into a heart shape with a diamond.  Maybe turn them into a widow ring, which doesn’t sound that great, but basically it is your design and may include parts of both your rings.

It took me almost 3 years to move my ring to the other hand.  I may never have moved it off my left hand, but the fact that it was too small and broken helped me make the decision.

I also made the decision to move my ring to the other side because I am ready to meet someone else and be part of a committed relationship. I started dating after three years, and I did not remove my ring. Some men might be offended or put off by this. I left it on because it is pretty and it represents who I am. Telling a date that I had been married and that my husband died was sure to come up in conversation. It’s different from wearing a wedding ring and currently still being married.

 I loved being married.  Our relationship of course had its ups and downs but overall we had trust and love and continued to enjoy each other.  The shock of him being gone is going away and I am learning to live in the life I have right now.  If the life I have brings me a new love, then I will honor that.

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Should you get a puppy after the death of a spouse?

Should you get a puppy after the death of a spouse? Living alone can be hard. Pets make great therapists and can help alleviate widow anxiety and loneliness. Read to learn what to consider in choosing your pet.

Not a decision to enter into lightly but definitely something to consider when living alone is new and challenging.

The common rule you hear after your spouse dies is to wait at least one year before making any major decisions.

Why would you even want a dog? Most likely because you are lonely and the dog will be a loyal companion to fill the emptiness.

If you have had a dog before you will know at least what you are getting yourself into.  But if you have not had a dog before here are some things to consider.

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Puppies are a lot more work than a dog.  I have 2 friends who are now fostering dogs in their homes that have been saved from “kill shelters”.  These dogs are cared for and have had a chance to adjust to a family.  Many are already house trained and just looking for a forever home.  Knowing that you are not supporting puppy mills and abuse of breeds by purchasing a dog at a boutique pet store can also help you feel good about yourself, and you will probably need some help in that category after your loving spouse is no longer around to tell you how awesome you are.

What I hear a lot from people who rescue dogs is that the dog really rescued the people.

Puppies however are so adorable.

If you can handle training your puppy to go do his business outside, if you can wake up early and commit to a walking schedule and if you will not be out of the house all day then maybe a puppy is the right choice for you.  You will need a project and raising a puppy is one of the most rewarding projects out there.

I grew up with a dog and in my adult life, Mike and I had 3 dogs as pets.  Our dogs were members of our family and the last one Lucky, a pure bred border collie, we raised as a puppy when my youngest son was 5 years old. She was our family member and loved so much for over 12 years and it was heartbreaking when she died. To read more the loss of a pet  my dog Lucky, click here.

Mike and I decided that we would not get another dog.  We have an older cat and we weren’t sure how much traveling was going to be in our future or if we would even move or retire so we decided to pass on that multi-year commitment.

However, when Mike died only 15 months after Lucky had died the idea of having a puppy to console me was brought to my attention.  A friend started to send photos of puppies to me and I visited a couple of shelters.  I was not thinking straight but the thought of a puppy did make me smile.

Three weeks after Mike died, on my oldest son’s birthday, my son and I found ourselves playing with the cutest little 10 pound, 7 month old pup with an amazing personality.  In fact, at first I thought the cuddly white round ball of fur sitting on my lap was perfect, but my son said, “mom, you could just get a stuffed animal if you like that one”.  So the playful one got a leash and some toys and then took a nap on the car ride home. We took the little scruffy Yorkie mix home and he was welcomed by our friends and neighbors.  He was a bit excited to meet us too.

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Harry’s first impression of his new home

I experienced what is called complicated grief.  My husband’s death was sudden and tragic and I had a difficult time sleeping. All I could think about was the night he died.  I could not turn my brain off and think of anything else.  I needed to take a leave of absence from work and began therapy for PTSD.

Having Harry my new puppy gave me a reason to wake up every day.  In fact, he also gave me a reason to smile and laugh.  Harry barks to go out for walks two times each day but he does not like to succumb to being put on a leash.  He will run away like a crazy crook and scamper circles around the room so that I can’t catch him.  I’ve tried faking him out and pretending to leave but he’s too smart.  Usually for a treat, he will come over and let him attach the leash.  

He loves going for a walk really. Once we are walking, he likes to stop and smell, just about everything.  I do not get much exercise walking Harry but since I live near the beach it gives me an opportunity to take a walk on the beach each morning and think about what I am grateful for.  I always start by saying I am grateful for my puppy.

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Harry at the beach

Since Harry is a little dog I find he is easier to cuddle with.  He likes sitting in an empty chair at the table and watching us eat.  I try very hard to be sure he does not get any scraps from the table, but he has watched and is learning to play Bridge when my friends come over to play cards.

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Playing Bridge

My king size bed is great and I do love to stretch out in it, however, Harry has another idea.  He likes to curl up in the bend of my knees which makes it a bit hard to turn over at times.  It is nice to have a warm body to snuggle with on cold nights and even to cuddle with during an afternoon nap which I love. img_7656 When I am feeling sad, he seems to understand and is quick to sit on my lap and give me a kiss.  When I am happy, he is happy too.

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I am no expert but I think that you need to consider some things when getting a pet:

Time

Do you have time to spend with this animal?  If you will not be around a lot, it is not really fair to bring in an animal to sit around all day waiting for you.  How many hours are you away from home? Can you stop by during the day or arrange for someone else to? Do you like to travel, and will there be a place for your pet to go when you go away?

That brings me to another thought.  I wanted to travel.  After Mike died, I thought maybe now I would do more traveling somehow and then I got a dog.  Not the smartest idea really.  I did take Harry on one trip upstate New York in the car.  Read to find out more about our trip to scenic Ithaca, New York. He did pretty well.

But I really have to give all the credit to my neighbor and her family who adopted little Harry into their family.  They may not have had a choice since he and their large black Labrador Retriever fell head over heels for each other early on.  Since the first month Harry came home, he became best buddies with our neighbor’s dog.  They have been together on a few occasions to the upstate New York ski house and are always happy to see each other during the week. img_5539 Having friends with dogs or friends who will watch your lovable little 11-pound puppy when you go away is a really huge thing to think about when you want to get a dog and do a bit of traveling.

Energy

Yes, you will have to do something.  I was so lethargic at times, but you do have to get up and take the dog out for a walk.  I have a yard, but dogs need more stimulation.  They will be happier and sleep better if they get out and walk. Maybe playing fetch or tug of war with your pet will be fun too. Getting them food, taking them for walks, making appointments at the vet and playing with your pet will take some energy.  Get ready for that.

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A basic need we all have and something that your dog will give you is unconditional love. Even when you are not your best, your dog is nonjudgemental.  Your dog just wants you and all the attention you can give him or her.  The more you give, remarkably the more you will get and maybe that is what you really need right now. My experience in getting a young dog just after my husband died is very positive.  I have had some crazy dog stories in my life and I know that not all pets work out for all families but if you think about it carefully and pick the right pet, or let him pick you, I know it will work out best for everyone.  Maybe even the skeptical cat.

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Reaching out to Psychic Mediums in Grief can be Comforting

After the loss of a loved one reaching out to psychic mediums in hope of finding out what happens after we die may be part of the grief journey.

Traveling through the grief process is different for everyone.  Family, friends, therapy, support groups, exercise, meditation and medication can be helpful.  Some ways of coping can be harmful, like overeating or drinking too much.

Many people turn to faith for support.  We pray and ask why this had to happen.  We try to make sense of it.  And we wonder where our loved ones are.

We start to see or feel signs that our loved ones are still with us. My cousin finds dimes in odd places.  My mom used to find golf balls in unlikely spots. Blue Jay birds visit me.

My path on this journey led me to read books about life after death.  It started with books where people described dying and then coming back.  They saw a light.  Some claim to have experienced seeing the room where they died before coming back.

Reading books written by psychic mediums continues to intrigue me.  I watch the T.V. shows called “The Long Island Medium” and “Monica the Medium”.  I was hooked and wanted to hear as many stories as I could.

One day a friend told me she had visited a psychic medium and during the reading, my husband Mike came through and told her some information about the night he died.  A few weeks later my cousin went to this same medium. The medium didn’t know that the 2 women knew each other, and Mike visited her as well and told her the same similar information.

You can only imagine that now I needed to go too.  If he is talking to everyone, he should talk to me too!

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11 Ways to Survive the Holidays after the Loss of a Loved one

11 ways to help survive this holiday season and maybe even find some joy

“I am totally not decorating this year!”

That’s what I said the first time I drove past someone’s festively decorated home the year that my husband died.

That first Thanksgiving without my husband was the toughest.  I was not prepared.  I don’t think I could have been.   My brother in law and his wife generously offered to make all the food and bring it over to my house.  My boys were home from college and my in-laws wanted to see them.

I provided the wine which I started drinking very early that day.  It was awkward.  We all missed Mike but didn’t know how to approach his absence.  We ate.  We talked about stuff.  Some of us drank a bit too much.  We were together and not alone so that helped.

I remember wanting to just spend the day in my pajamas and order a pizza but I went along with the tradition of having family together.  I cried all weekend.  Grief is hard and the holidays only get worse.

This year will be different for many of us as we limit the size of our get togethers due to the COVID-19 pandemic.  We will be happy to see 2020 shut the door. We are hopeful that 2021 will leave the chaos of riots, the polarity of the election, and the wariness of the virus behind.

For people dealing with the first holiday season without a loved one, this time of year can be simply awful. My first year as a widow I practiced the title of this blog and was a runawaywidow after that first holiday.

For Christmas I booked a week long cruise to the Caribbean with my 2 sons.  We slept together in a tiny cabin with 3 bunks.  Eating and drinking in the sunshine was different from a week in New York and we even swam with dolphins on Christmas morning.  I had been determined to do something different.  In addition, I did not send cards.  I did not decorate my house.  I did not buy presents for anyone. I did not go to church. I just disappeared or ran away from the idea of the holiday. 

Widows get a pass that first year so take it if you need it.

As the dates get closer this year I recognize that I may have waves where the grief hits me again.  They still come unexpectedly but I have learned to ride them. I know to let the feelings hit and that I will be OK.  

 Learning to acknowledge my feelings and not always run away from them has been difficult. I love the analogy that my widowed aunt sent me after my husband died.

That the journey through grief is like treading down a road with potholes.  In the beginning, the holes are big and wide.  It seems you may never get out.  Over time, the potholes are still there, but they do get smaller and come along less frequently.

Knowing that waves of sadness or tears will come, and that “this too shall pass” allows me to keep moving forward. Here are some suggestions that have helped me get through grief during the holidays when it is getting tough.

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