Note: This essay is VERY personal and is the result of much thought about posts I have seen from other widows and widowers. Some of us got to choose whether to be present when our spouse died, others did not ...
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I left Stanford University Hospital in the early evening the day my husband died. As I walked across the grounds surrounded by my children, I could see Hoover Bell Tower in the distance, the bells were ringing. I was numb ...
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I started participating in triathlons a little over 10 years ago. I loved the energy, the swimming and the biking. I did not like the running. I have tried and tried to like running. Our community has the kindest running ...
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Last week, I again buckled under the erratic pendulum of grief as my health took a dive. I have struggled with numerous, chronic, auto-immune issues for years; however, since my beloved husband’s death they have significantly escalated and new ones ...
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I recently learned that most animals in the wild run from a storm; however, not the buffalo. The buffalo will walk right into a storm and walk right through it. Let me explain how this can be applied to our ...
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Today I found myself with a little time to go through my husband's email and Facebook accounts. Yes, I know his passwords because he would forget them and ask me. As I scrolled through the emails that filled his inbox, ...
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As I leaned back in the kitchen chair with a cup of coffee in my hand, a sliver of sunshine pierced through the deck window and interrupted my thoughts. Sweet sunshine; it is a difficult commodity to come by in ...
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Last week, I had dinner with a friend who came into my world after we were both widowed. I am about six months ahead of her. We spent three hours talking, laughing and crying (just me). We explored and discussed ...
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After my husband Ray died, I developed an illness that I refer to as the Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda" sickness. I believe that the cure for this disease is a pill I call Forgiveness. At first, I thought this was a ...
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