“Grief changes shape, but it never ends.”
Keanu Reeves, 2006
Listen, I’m no expert in the field, but from experience, I can, without a doubt, corroborate Reeves’ take on grief.
There was a time in my life, more specifically, a time of grieving where the sorrow and emotional pain ran so deep, that I used to ask, “When will this ever stop?” It never did, it just…changed shape and, in the process, so have I. As time passed and I continued to live my life, the grieving subsided, but the grief lingered on like an old, familiar tune.
Eventually, with a lot of time and an abundance of inner work, it became a source of comfort and hope; an element that tested and pushed my boundaries on love; and a place of memories, nostalgia, and tenderness. Fast forward nine years into this grief journey, I’m not sure I’d have it any other way. At times, I swear, grief saved me.
With that, I warmly present you The Wayish—a safe space for grief and a look into post-grieving life as a widow. Rarely do we talk about what life is like after the death of a spouse. But really, this should be relatable to anyone and everyone who has experienced a profound loss that changed you forever.
I may inadvertently make you cry, but I hope, really hope, that I can bring some relief, laughter, and a sense of foreshadowing. Overall, it’s hopeful. And, overall, as cliché as it may sound, things do turn out okay. Also, I promise to post some semi-great amateur photos I have taken throughout my travels with my Fujifilm.
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About Me, the Wayish, and Random Bits and Bobs
Hello, I’m Ann. It’s lovely to meet you.
First, thank you so much for being here.
Second, I’d like to acknowledge that The Wayish has been a long time coming, a long time in the making.
My writing was born out of streams of consciousness strewn across my Instagram for the past nine years. Those who have known me for a while know I have wanted to launch a blog for quite some time. I never had the right amount of time, inspiration, or motivation to do so. I never thought it was a “good time” either, but to be honest, I never had enough courage to give my grief and journey a voice and an official platform.
So, here, finally, my passion project gets to see the light of day.
As of this moment, I am on sabbatical. For a little over a year, I have been mostly solo traveling, spending time with the parentals in South Korea, sorting myself out, and taking a lot of naps. The irony is, that it hasn’t been easy and it’s not exactly how I imagined it would be (well, except for the naps). This brings me to an important point: is anything how we ever imagined it to be or look like? Food for thought, methinks.
Besides what you’ve gathered about me on your own accord, I am an accountant by trade, an avid tennis player and spectator, connoisseur of French fries, craft cocktails, and all things coffee. I love cycling through foreign lands, eating my way through a city, and coming upon those rare connections and kindred spirits.
I’m not entirely certain where I’m off to next (being on sabbatical and all), but I am on my wayish to somewhere, someplace. I know that with time and my choice to actively keep living my life as best I know how it will all fall into place on its own.
Questions? Comments? Is something on your mind? Feel free to get in touch. I’d love to hear from you.
Ann xoxo
