A campaign to help a woman retrieve a suitcase filled with keepsakes of her late husband has been shared by hundreds of thousands
New love doesn't erase old loss and cure grief, but brings with it complicated emotions and painful reminders. It's not easy living in a household that has only come together because of the death of other people, but losing those we love has made us cherish what we have now. I was never going to fall in love again, and no one is more surprised than me that I did.
I know that when Christmas comes I will be brave, and the actual day will be much better than the build-up. We're going to spend it with my parents, my sister and her family and there will be so many happy kids around I know I'll find it hard to feel too sad - or even have the time! But on Christmas Day I'll be thinking of Rog, wherever his soul may be, and sending him all the love in the world.
I think society has a strange view on men bringing up children alone. I guess people presume that because women generally take the lead in parenting, another familiar female figures will intervene if the wife or partner is not there. Perhaps people assume that a man is somehow not capable of doing what a woman can... But, do you know what? We aren't inept human beings.
Yesterday was some strange kind of anniversary. It marked three months since my husband died. Three months - where has that gone? Who would have thought I would have survived three months without him. Well I have, I am here, and although I'm getting by I'm certainly carrying round a huge, huge sadness that Roger isn't here too...
Grief has hit me in many ways, but the one I was least prepared for is the tiredness which floored me these past few weeks. For months I've been pushing through the stresses of daily life, carrying my family and caring for everyone else but myself.
Travel has proven to be a healer and creator of new beginnings. It generously provides varied perspectives on life and teaches us, sometimes gracefully and sometimes with a heavy hand, to see our life within new contexts.
Harsh words spoken from the lips of children can provide a bit of laughter. Harsh words spoken from the lips of adults sting. Here are some more examples of what not to say to those that are grieving, this time as taken from adults:
The Third of May, 2007 was the day that my husband Mark died. The Third of May, 2007 was the day that I, for the first time in my otherwise rather charmed life, wished death upon myself. I was only 29 years old. Almost everything in my life has changed since then.
More than 200 million widows live in poverty worldwide, many of them falling victim to abuse - rape, prostitution and eviction all common problems. Others are simply abandoned to a life of social isolation because of their lowly status within society. Yet their plight is often invisible, with many people unaware of the injustices taking place.