• DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley's son, Tommy, held by his father, Shawn just after his home birth
    Holidays

    Tommy’s Birthday

    Five years ago, I had a baby in my living room. Oh yes I did. Before you hear the story, I have to tell you this: it was not on purpose. I grew up in Oregon and I enjoy lots of all-natural products but I definitely didn’t want a home birth. But Tommy had other plans. The day started out like any other weekend day with Shawn and I getting two kids fed, dressed and eventually off to the playground. I was so pregnant that I couldn’t tie my own shoes very easily anymore, and we laughed about that. The day continued, and by the early evening when we had…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley's son Austin in a waterfall
    Parenting

    Our Trip to the Waterpark

    For some reason, my kids’ school decided that this year there would be a mid-winter break in addition to all of the other breaks. Of course, I did basically no planning for it because I am barely managing to keep our regular life going, much less organize some big trip. A little over a week ago, I realized that I had no plans for the kids – not even a day trip. So I went online and looked for something fun for us to do. I found an indoor waterpark with an attached hotel. Lots of my kids’ friends were going somewhere much more exciting – to grandma’s house or…

  • Claire Brimley daughter of DC widow blog writer Marjorie performs in musical
    Parenting

    The Ensemble

    Over the past month, my family life has been a bit consumed by the elementary school play, James and the Giant Peach.  Claire tried out in the late fall and was cast as part of the ensemble.  Since then, she’s had frequent practices after school. This has required a lot of coordination.  The boys finish school at 3:15 and my dad gets them, but then I need to make sure I wrap up everything at work in order to get Claire whenever her rehearsal finishes.  Or – more likely – I ask someone to get her.  In the weeks leading to the performance, the play seemed to take over our…

  • A Valentine's Day note and flowers for DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley
    Holidays

    Valentines Day

    Valentine’s day is a stupid, made-up holiday. It is!  But I guess so are a lot of quasi-holidays and other silly things we celebrate.  I’m pretty sure Facebook made up National Sibling Day but I love posting pictures of my sister on that day.  So I was never against Valentine’s Day, exactly.  I just didn’t make a big deal out of it. But Shawn knew better.  He knew that if he forgot to recognize his love for me on this day, even though I thought the holiday was stupid, it might hurt my feelings.  So every year, he made sure to get me something nice.  The first year, when we…

  • Portrait of Marjorie Brimley DC widow blogger
    New Perspectives

    After a Year

    I got involved with the Hot Young Widows Club about a month after Shawn died. It is a place where widows of all backgrounds can share their most raw emotions and daily experiences (and contrary to the name, there is no litmus test to get in!) I found it comforting that other people struggled with similar issues that I faced and I often found myself scrolling through its newsfeed at night. But there was one thing that made me nervous about what I read there. Sometimes I would see a comment about how the second year after loss can be more difficult than the first year. Eventually, I discovered this…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley looks into the eyes of her late husband Shawn
    Missing Shawn

    Last Night

    I felt the hair on his face brush up against my cheek. He pulled back for a minute and looked at me. I could see the lines around his eyes crinkle up into a slight smile. Then he closed his eyes and kissed me really slowly. His arms, strong and twice as big as my own, were wrapped around me. I was so happy. Blissfully happy, like that kind of happy you feel when a child is born or you have that first kiss with someone you know you’ll be with forever. But after that moment came confusion. Why was I so happy? He looked at me, and then I…