From the first time your eyes met to the day you received the knock on the door… All of these memories are forever etched in our minds—for better or worse.This space is where you can share these memories. No matter how you feel about your memories, telling your story lightens your load and helps those you share it with heal. You never know how your story will touch someone—it may be the thing that anchors a fellow widow/er to sanity or gives them the momentum they so desperately need to get through the day.
...she had to sign off on everything she got back. His watch, his wallet, his cash, and the last thing they pulled out was a tiny white box. Inside the tiny white box was an engagement ring. My engagement ring.
There is no where else to go. I've finally reached out my hand for help after 7 years of grief. My world literally ended the day the Chaplain came to my door...
When I got home, I knew right away something was wrong. There were no lights on in the house, and I walked up the stairs in the dark...
"After all this, you deserve to be happy. Nobody deserves to be happy more than you, and you should do WHATEVER makes you happy."
...a soldier with the US Army, and a Senior Line Medic. He was stationed at Schofield Barracks, Hawaii. We talked all thru the night and then spent every day for the next 6 days together.
He ran upstairs to change and came down the stairs smiling telling me he'd be right back. He kissed me three times, like he always did, holding the third a little longer...
He kept losing his buddies. I tried to keep the talk as normal as possible. When he got home he had changed. Gone was the sparkle...
I have never felt I really belonged at the American Widow Project, until recently. My husband, Senior Chief Vincent Moore, was active duty but was not killed in action...
Connie asked me to help her move, and that night she made dinner for me, and we went on a few dates, I helped her move in with me, and we were together for 22 years, married 19 years, 4 months and 11 days.
He said it was going to be okay. Time would fly by and he would be home before i knew it. Then we could start our family.
7 months later, he flew back home and we got married on November 27, 2004. All my dreams came true. I was married to my very best friend.
We were high-school sweethearts. If someone heard my name it was always associated with Chad's. Or vice versa.
Left Behind in disbelief and in a state of confusion. This couldn't be happening. It's just all an illusion.
After many years of medical testing, the VA classified my husband’s death as "service-related due to his exposure to Agent Orange."
I remember looking into one of the soldier's eyes and telling him he was a liar that my husband couldn't be dead. We had a family and two little girls.
I just watched a short video about this project and was reminded of my own story in 1968 during the Vietnam War.
As the holidays started to approach he kept insisting I go back to the states to be with family for Christmas. I fought with him for a couple of weeks, telling him I was staying in Germany...
After a week of stewing, I came to the conclusion that, as I said above, kids whose parents have been killed in war are just DIFFERENT.
Our conversation was brief and we said goodbye, blew our kisses, and then told each other “I love you.” I continued on with my day...
I had no logical reason to believe that I would never see him again, yet I sensed instinctively that something just wasn’t quite right...
Jake was going to be home in 34 days and I had just talked to him and he sounded great, so I decided to finally order the banner.
My first thought was oh no Jeremy is hurt but hey they’re calling me so he’s alive and we can get through anything...
Though the upcoming holidays without Him may bring you down, here are four new tips for you, the newly widowed, to make it through...
You wonder, how will I get through this holiday season without Him? I’m here to tell you, you can. And you will.
The next few months were a blur. It is still hard to imagine that this man who was larger than life, who I shared everything with, is gone.
…no word from David. I thought, “maybe their internet got messed up again”. Christmas morning came and I turned my volume up and waited for that notification ding to let me know that David logged on.
...we made a joint decision to move into a non-combat unit where, at least for the next four years, we would be guaranteed to have him home…safe and sound. Or so I thought.
The next morning, when I peeked my eyes open, it was to the sound of my door bell. I just knew. I pleaded with the officers that they had made a mistake, because I had just talked to my husband the night before.
Adam committed suicide early this summer. Which is hard. I don’t know why, he didn’t leave a note. Which bothers me.
I can’t believe it will be two years come 8/1/11 since I got that phone call I knew would come and didn’t want. Rudy had been comatose for 14 months after surgery.
I kissed him goodnight, told him I loved him and went to bed. I had no way of knowing that would be the last time I would see my husband alive.
...the night before the day he deployed we watched a movie called dusty It was the first time I had seen it and he insisted we watch it and I’m glad we did because at the end he turned to me and started to sing the ending song.
Dayton and I were sitting in the living room watching TV and we heard a siren blaring by the house - I really didn’t think much of it at first, then we heard the second set of sirens going by.
Two men in blues came to my front door in the middle of the day. No amount of begging or pleading could get them to admit they made a mistake.
Paul was not mandated to be deployed to Afghanistan, but he volunteered to go. He was a true soldier.
When we arrived, the back of the plane was open. I looked and there it was. A silver transfer case. Bobby’s not in there, he can’t be I said to myself.
“This is number 20. If you say no today, then I will never ask you out again.” At the time, Phil was a young enlisted man who would strut around the Mountain Home Air Force Base swimming pool...
I just felt like something was not right and something bad had happened to him, but I didn’t know what. He didn’t call, but the commander left a message saying that I needed to call...
When Jose’s unit returned home, I went to the homecoming, not to be the odd man out and have everyone feel sorry for me, but for the fact that I too belonged at that ceremony.
Three years now…..and I have a fiancé, a beautiful little boy and a step daughter. I honestly never thought I’d be able to experience these things.
Curtis’s sister texted me and asked what I was doing..so I replied “At Walmart”, and she asked if my mom was with me & I automatically knew something had happened to Curtis.
Three men in khakis got out and started for the front door. I put the dogs outside thinking to myself, can’t have the dogs jumping on their nice pressed uniforms.