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  • Got Kind of Dark Last Night.

    I was on the fence about sharing this. It’s heavy and I don’t want to scare any of you. Also, because it contains some triggers regarding suicide, so this is your warning. Still with me….are you sure? Last chance to turn back. Okay then. First, please know that I am okay. I am working through…

    May 21, 2025

    OldManMatt

    what’s floating around my head
    family, greif, grief, loss, lossofspouse, love, writing
    Got Kind of Dark Last Night.
  • Talking Cats and Ghost Stories in Walmart.

    Katy and Mirren-our female cat- bonded immediately. When she turned that corner in Pet Smart, she was eye to eye with Mirren, almost like Mirren knew she was coming, and it was love at first sight. Most of the pictures you see of Mirren as a kitten are with Katy. Mirren would sleep with Katy…

    May 17, 2025

    OldManMatt

    Our Story
    cancer, grief, loss, lossofspouse, love, widow
    Talking Cats and Ghost Stories in Walmart.
  • Boobs and Blood as Therapy.

    This blog post is gonna be a little bit different than what you are all used to. As I navigate this scary new world I now inhabit, I take pleasure wherever I can find it. Most of the time that pleasure comes in the form of music. New albums and concerts have been a big…

    May 9, 2025

    OldManMatt

    what’s floating around my head
    cancer, fridaythe13th, greif, grief, horror, lossofspouse, movies, writing
    Boobs and Blood as Therapy.
  • No gifts this year

    With my birthday coming up I’ve been thinking about Katy a lot. Birthdays were never a big thing for Katy and I; we did not throw parties or buy lavish gifts for each other. We preferred to play hooky from work and spend the day together; that was a gift. Sometimes we would catch a…

    May 4, 2025

    OldManMatt

    Our Story
    cancer, family, greif, grief, loss, lossofspouse, writing
    No gifts this year
  • A connection via Sticky Notes?

    Grief has made me recognize little things that I took for granted in the 20 years I was with Katy. In a marriage, at least in my experience, there comes a point when your partner develops into something more than just a partner, they become the eyes in the back of your head, or a…

    April 18, 2025

    OldManMatt

    Our Story
    cancer, family, grief, lossofspouse, love, writing
  • It Lives With Me

    I live with loneliness. It’s a loneliness that crawls over me. It gets into my head and makes me doubt whether I am good enough. It attaches itself to my most personal parts and tempts me in ways that make me feel ashamed. It follows me like a bastard shadow, and trips me up as…

    April 10, 2025

    OldManMatt

    My attempt at poetry
    grief, lossofspouse, love, poetry
    It Lives With Me
  • First to Last

    On the first night they met, their worlds collided, and he was excited and uncertain of their future. On the first night they slept together, he lay in bed after, watching her sleep and he felt a peace wash over him On the first night in the house, he truly felt at home for the…

    April 7, 2025

    OldManMatt

    My attempt at poetry
    cancer, family, grief, loss, lossofspouse, love, poetry
    First to Last
  • Do They Feel it Like I Do?

    Last night, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I could hear one of the cats in the hallway crying. This has been happening a lot. It is usually Mirren. She sits in the hallway, crying out. As I listened, I thought about what losing Katy must be like for the cats. Confusion,…

    March 28, 2025

    OldManMatt

    what’s floating around my head
    blog, cancer, greif, l ossofspouse, loss
    Do They Feel it Like I Do?
  • Too many empty rooms

    Something has changed and he can’t understand it. The silence is new. It is a silence he has never heard before. It is loud, and intense as it rings in his ears. He tries to fight it by opening the windows to let the world in, but even the world can’t penetrate the walls. Occasionally…

    March 22, 2025

    OldManMatt

    My attempt at poetry
    cancer, grief, lossofspouse, love, poetry
    Too many empty rooms
  • Its a Mess

    He stands in the doorway looking over the mess. It’s her mess. Not as in she is responsible for it, but it is her stuff.In one corner he stares at a pile of pens. It is a hulking mass of writing tools including highlighters, dry erase markers, crayons and even a few pencils. He sees…

    March 11, 2025

    OldManMatt

    what’s floating around my head
    cancer, family, grief, life, lossofspouse, love, poetry
    Its a Mess
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