31/12/2022
Who Am I?
It’s come to my attention that some of my blog followers may know a little about my story, but may not actually know me. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Sierra. I’m 33. I live in eastern Kentucky-so close to Virginia that I could throw a rock and hit the state line if I had any type of athletic inclination at all. I’ve worked in the banking industry for 11 years, and I love it. I have no human children, by choice, but I have two Shih-Tzus named Scout and Squeak who are my entire world. Besides work, I don’t really do much. I’m an avid reader, but that’s about it. I love craft beer, wine, cars, make-up, shoes, and purses.
I lost my husband, Samuel when we were both 32. A person never dreams they’ll be widowed, especially not at such a young age, but here I am, living through it. I planned my husband’s memorial service, I wrote his eulogy, and I brought his ashes home by myself. When I became a widow, I knew that for me, the answer was to grieve in private.
I get by with a little help from my friends. My circle is small, so freaking small, but the love is enormous. We plan more parties than anyone I know-nacho parties, white lie parties, Halloween/Christmas/Fourth of July/three day weekend parties, we have FUN. My friends all thought so highly of Samuel, and we share memories of him often. Our go-to Samuel story is that one time he nearly blew a few of us up hosting a cook out, honestly, top notch humor.
I am a chronic oversharer. Is it a toxic trait? Maybe, but I like to think I’m just open and honest. My face allows me to tell no lies, it does not know how to be quiet. I crack dead husband jokes constantly, my sense of humor has always been warped, but it’s gotten a little out of control since February. I love to laugh, and I love making other people laugh.
I’ve been writing since I was little. I wrote chapter stories about a serial killer named Billy Blades when I was in second grade, I s**t you not, that’s a thing that happened. I love words, and used to sit down and read through the dictionary trying to learn new words for fun.
I decided while Samuel was in the hospital that I wanted to write a book about my experience, then I decided that was super unrealistic, then I realized that my husband getting Covid and dying was pretty unrealistic, so yeah, I’m also writing a book.
My life is messy, it’s chaotic, sometimes it’s downright comical, but I promise you, I’m one of the realest people you’ll ever meet.
Grief changed me, but I’m also still kind of the same. It’s funny how that works. Eleven months ago if you would have asked me where I saw myself now, I would’ve probably said dead, or just curled up in a ball somewhere, but here I am. Living. I take trips. I go to Dollywood, water parks, the beach, I go to the gym, I’m slowly but surely dipping my toes into the dating pool. I’m surprising myself daily with the things I’m doing and the way I carry myself.
Thank you for following my journey.
Xoxo💜
