Reinventing Heather

July 19, 2017 I’m feeling a little ragey right now. I will never understand for the life of me why people that haven’t gone through this feel the need, or think they have the right, to say things like, “You know having his presence around you all the time is just going to make it tougher for you to get over him.” REALLY?! I mean, FUCKING REALLY ?!?!?! How the fuck would you know? I am pretty sure it can’t get any tougher in this particular area of my life. I am at rock fucking bottom right now! Then to suggest that I will get “older and wiser?” Older and wiser, perhaps, but that will not change the fact that I lost my person. The one person that, for the first time in my LIFE, I felt like I couldn’t live without. I have always been a very independent and strong woman and really never felt like I couldn’t live without anyone. But John changed all that and now I have no choice but to live without him. So, if having his presence around me gives me some comfort then that’s absolutely ...

I found this poem that really spoke to me. I was having a very hard day a few days ago. I had been crying because I was missing my sweet John so terribly that day. I miss him every day, but some days the waves of grief seem to be insurmountable. I got on my computer and opened Pinterest and this poem was the first thing on the lists of pins to see. I read it and it literally sounded like John had written it for me. He loved it when I sang to him. He wanted to be remembered for all the wonderful things he did. It just really resonated with me at a time when I really needed it. I hope it makes some of you feel a little comfort as well. If I Am Called Before You If I am called before you And you’re left to carry on Some things I’d like to ask of you, When my time here is done I’d like to be remembered For the kindness I once shared I’d like to be remembered For the way I loved and cared To honor me, keep reaching out Stand tall, and walk with love Know that ...

Journal Entry - July 12, 2017 10:00pm It was right around this time on this day in April that my entire world fell apart. I had taken John to the hospital because he was having chest pains. The same chest pains he was there for 2 weeks before, that they dismissed as “not cardiac related," discharged him with the suggestion that it might be anxiety and that we should see his general doctor to see if he can give him some anxiety medication. This time, his pain was much more intense but, otherwise, the same. We got to the hospital and they got him hooked up to an EKG. The doctor came in and I heard them say “STEMI” when they were looking at his EKG. I immediately looked at them in horror and they knew that I knew what they were talking about. The doctor called me out in the hall and said, “there is going to be a lot of activity here in about 30 seconds. Your husband is having a heart attack.” I immediately started crying and he said that they were going to call people in to op...