The love of my life died 16 days ago.
I am quickly realizing that grief isolates the crap out of you, AND it also destroys your memory! So, I figured I should start a blog!
I have SO much to say (and write) about my life, and about my wonderful, (and dead) husband, Brady. I hope to write about our amazing, and real love story. I hope to write about how cancer is awful and will wreck every life it touches. I also hope to write about my grief journey, and I REALLY hope to educate the universe about tragedy and death.
I’m also nineteen, which complicates things. Apparently, people my age are in college worrying about finals, or they just started with their new job out of high school, and they’re probably getting drunk and high on the weekends. Most of them are filled with hope for the future, wondering what to do with the rest of their lives!
And here I am putting Brady’s dirty shirts and socks into ziplock bags, afraid that his musty, masculine smell will eventually fade away from them for good. I find myself bawling on my bed, the bathroom floor, the couch, not because I failed a final or because I can’t afford to see Taylor Swift in concert, but because the person who loved me the most in this world is dead. I also eat a lot of mac and cheese.
I promise that my blogs won’t always be sad and depressing, but some will be.
I am different, this life that I am living is not normal. And, that makes me angry and grateful all at once.
Photo: Wild Native Photography
Thank you Mollie