A cute little coffee cafe opened in my neighborhood today. I love local coffee shops. I enjoy seeing the unique personalities the owner brings to each through the décor, the homemade or locally made pastries, and of course the coffee. ...
I’ve been on this journey long enough to know that time does not heal this kind of grief. Things become softer, not as raw as in the beginning, but missing him and our life together continues even as I move ...
I read a blog, "He Feels Farther Away," by Dorothy Swanson about what she calls “the middle” part of her grief journey. It’s the place we come to after the shield of shock has long worn off, the tears ...
The author of the book of Ecclesiastes says there is a time to live and a time to die. I know that humans are mortal. There comes a time when each of us will leave our human body. Some ...
Curt died unexpectedly. I was the one assigned to give Sheryl the news soon after. I did what their pastor and neighbors asked me to do. They thought it best if the news came from me. So, I took ...
Nothing can prepare us for what we really go through on this grief journey. No matter if our husband's death was sudden or if there was a time of anticipatory grief through a long terminal illness, or somewhere in between. ...
It wasn't by choice for many of us women to live solo. The love of our life left this earth while we expected, believed or hoped to have many more years together. We miss our husband and the life that ...
We have a choice when it comes to our own grief. We can deny it, stifle the tears, stuff it down, cover it over, and try to bury it. Or we can cry a river, sob, wail, pound our pillow ...
How many tears have you cried since your husband died? Probably enough to fill an ocean; or so it may seem. In the beginning, however long that may be, it feels as if they are non-stop. The slightest thing can ...