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A grieving woman sits on the edge of a bed with her face covered by her hand, partially turned away in a moment of private sorrow.

Widow’s Fire: The Grief No One Warned Me About

Widow’s Fire — the craving for intimacy after loss — is rarely talked about, yet deeply real. This honest and vulnerable reflection explores grief, guilt, desire, and the silence that surrounds the need to feel human again. You’re not broken. You’re not alone.

Dog Days are Over – A Journey of Love, Loss, and Letting Go.

Somewhere over the ocean, the strangest thought hit me. The stumps on her back… what if they were her angel wings? I know it was just a dream. The mind is an incredible thing—finding patterns, making connections that may not even be real. But... the thought of it... was enough to break me again. I had held it together for as long as I could. But now… the floodgates opened. After years of illness, delays, and guilt, I was finally here—taking Janice to the place she had always wanted to be. I stood where she asked me to scatter her ashes, the wind carrying her into the landscape she loved. She was home. And now, I had to let go.

Confessions of a Physiotherapy Session

Then… I’m taken completely by surprise as she pushes me up against the wall, drops to her knees, puts one hand around my bad leg and then starts tugging… gently at first and then longer, harder, deeper with each stroke…  At this point the only thing going through my mind is .... “I hope she doesn’t let go!” What were you thinking?  Take your mind out of the gutter! This isn’t Fifty Shades of Phsyio 😀 The therapist was using an oversized elastic band wrapped around the back of my knee and applying a force that the bad knee had to resist… I noticed that the band wasn't securely wrapped around her hand, all that was going through my mind was if she let go, that’s