A few months after my husband died, my kids and I were sprawled on the therapist’s couch like we’d washed up on shore from a shipwreck. We didn’t know what to do, or how to do it. We failed at drawing a picture of Our Family together, so broken were we. The therapist told us we needed to find our New Normal. We stared at her, slack-jawed.
This blog is a record of our rebuilding. I called it “somenewnormal” in jest, because normal–whether new or not–seemed out of our reach. Now, down the road a bit, it looks like we are building something new, at least.
I am a widowed academic living with two kids, two dogs, and a cat in a town that’s far away from most everywhere. I’m grieving while trying to figure out how to do all the things my husband used to do.
My husband took his own life in spring of 2012.