Tag Archives: sense of humor
Sympathy Card, Mike Birbiglia
“I find a sympathy card is kind of an underwhelming gesture, in a way. It’s like saying, I know you’re going through the deepest lonliness of your entire life, so here’s a picture of a daffodil. I hope that works … Continue reading
Posted in Life after John's Death
Tagged comedy, John, Mike Birbiglia, sense of humor, Sympathy card, The World Is Messed Up
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Last photos
I was working on a photo project today and ended up in tears. Partially from looking at healthy photos of John and hating how melanoma took away his life. It changed him from a strong active, healthy man into a … Continue reading
Posted in Annapolis Fire Department, Events in honor of John, Life after John's Death, Nathaniel, Stage IV
Tagged AFD, Annapolis, Annapolis Fire Department, cancer, damn melanoma, danm cancer, fucking cancer, fucking melanoma, John, last photos, Mary, melanoma, Nathaniel, sense of humor, Team Smitty, Team Smitty Fundraiser, the guy in the hat, wonderful memories
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“It’s a learning process”
One of my co-workers told me that she was so proud of me for coming back to work and staying strong and getting the job done. She said that I was very strong. Some days, I feel strong… some days … Continue reading
Posted in Horses, Leaky Creek, Life after John's Death, Nathaniel, Pre-stage IV
Tagged air compressor, anger, baby, co-worker, cold, committed, confident, courageous, dedicated, dispair, drizzle, ethical, faithful, fighter, grief, hardworking, honest, intelligent, Jeep, John, John Deere, l true to himself, life is too short, losing air, love, low tire, loyal, luck, man to help, moral, Nathaniel, new skill, not always easy, not always pretty, onward, pack & play, persistense, proficient, quit, research, rocks, screaming, sense of humor, shambles, strong, sun rises, sun sets, thinker, tire gauge, toddler, turbo fed, upward, wasted emotion, weak, whatever works
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One calendar month since I lost my husband…
and became that dreaded “W” word. WIDOW… Sigh. I never thought I’d be a widow at 33 years of age. From http://www.dictionary.com as it applies to me… wid⋅ow –noun 1. a woman who has lost her husband by death and … Continue reading
Posted in Cats, Horses, John, Leaky Creek, Nathaniel, Pre-stage IV, Stage IV
Tagged bird, cancer, death, dentist, doggie, dork, Dr. Stottlemeyer, eye doctor, fight, Horses, house, insurance, kitty, love, love of my life, melanoma, memory, money, mourning doves, Nathaniel, rainbows, Rascal, Ravens, relationship, responsible party, saddness, sense of humor, smart ass, widow, Willow, Wilson, Winnie, Winston
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Rainbows & Mourning Doves 