Hope
Hope
Hope is a funny thing
When at one point
It was ripped from my soul
2019 Sucked: My Thoughts on Loss, Grief, and Life After
Hope
Hope is a funny thing
When at one point
It was ripped from my soul
It is 9:20 am, and I have only cried twice today – not bad. In the just over 9 months since George’s delivery and just under 7 months since Sara’s death I feel like I’ve cried my bodyweight in tears… Read moreThe cadence of tears
I made the mistake of listening to our wedding song tonight, the song that Sara walked down the aisle to (the hallway – we got married in our home). Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud. The first few notes hit, and… Read moreThinking Out Loud
Sometimes after I finish writing a blog post, I sit back and feel pleased with myself. Pleased about how I was able to express myself in words, paint a picture for whomever might be reading it. While I don’t believe… Read morePrompt 29: The Reason we are here
Roots are such strange things. They’re usually hidden, underground, but with very few exceptions a plant cannot survive without roots. Some roots are short and fat, others and long and skinny and will snake amazing distances underground. With some plants,… Read morePrompt 11: Roots
Evening falling –a soft lamenting rings in my ears as the pup’s soft whines fill the room.He misses you – and I do too.A warm, grey cable-knit sweaterthat was yourswraps itself around me but I still feel cold. Your love… Read morePrompt 10: Melancholy
Red – it is not a color I have historically associated with much. It feels so bold, so strong. I’m more of a water-color person, give me some nice blues or greens any day. But now, I close my eyes… Read morePrompt 9: Red
There is no one at home to speak my name anymore. Names for me often included Sweetheart, Trent, Love, My Person, Honey, Sexy Man… Now there’s silence. I used to be your Sous-Chef – the kitchen was your domain. I… Read morePrompt 1: There is No One at Home to Speak My Name
4 years is such a short time. The length of a single presidential term, the traditional undergraduate program length, the average lifespan of a blue jay and a rainbow trout, the amount of time I’ve lived 9 times over in… Read more4 years
One last random share for the night; the most unexpected things bring you to your knees when dealing with the loss of a close loved one. I’d been avoiding washing & putting away Sara’s half-dozen water bottles/cups/containers she had been… Read moreWater Cups
So…. 2019 sucked. Our baby died. My wife died. I’m suddenly a widow at age 36. (Did I mention our 3rd wedding anniversary and my 36th birthday were both less than 3 weeks after Sara’s death…?) I never imagined life… Read moreWhat now?
Sara’s Obituary was published in the Daily Camera, a Boulder, CO paper, on November 7th, 2019. Here’s a link to the electronic version I wrote the obituary, and it’s something that involved lots of tears, some research, some text messages… Read moreSara’s Obituary
Some folks have already seen this shared to Sara’s memorialized Facebook page, but I thought it was appropriate to share it here, too. This is what I shared November 11th, 2019, at the gathering to celebrate Sara’s life, held at… Read moreMy Eulogy for Sara
My name is Trenton – in October 2015 I had my first in-person date with an amazing woman named Sara, who I’d met online. Right away, we knew we had something special. She and I just clicked – we complimented… Read moreIntroductory Post