Partying In Mexico

The other night I had a really absurd dream. In my dream, Jen never died, but rather, was partying in Mexico for almost eight years and finally came back home.

 

*This is where I dreamed Nif was partying for eight years…

The Holidays, Grief, and You

I’ve blogged about it before, but I think it is important to discuss again. The holidays can be a very difficult time for anyone, especially those who may be grieving. This being my 7th Christmas without Jen, I feel like I may have some advice that I can share with anyone (and everyone) who may be having some sadness in their hearts this (and any) holiday season.

Happy Friendversary With Jennifer DeVito

Oh Facebook. Curse you and your complex algorithms.

Let’s Honor Jen’s Memory

August 17th; you have visited us once again.

Can you even believe that it  has been 6 years? I can’t. I live in a perpetual state of Jen’s passing feeling like it was decades ago, or last week. Memories of that whole week are intensely clear, or ever-so slightly foggy. And it’s not just me; other people I’ve talked to feel the same way. Grief must have it’s own clock.

(Almost) 6 Years Later

Oh August, how I hate thee.

Yes, there are lots of family and friends birthdays to celebrate, but deep down I despise August.