The harvest season was upon me. Typically, my heart would be full of reverence for our Maker’s bountiful blessings. However, with my husband’s death eight months earlier, my soul was traumatized. I strived to exhale gratitude and find something palpable each ...
Last week as I attempted to sort through my old clothes, I came across a top that had the Esprit logo printed on it. I had modeled this garment years ago in a fashion show. It was one of my ...
I ache for my husband. My soul yearns for him, and I wrestle with despair. Nevertheless, as I have encountered the different stages of grief, I have strived to decipher the vastness and resolution of death. My youngest, precious gem ...
For me, each diminutive step of widowhood has felt like a battle through a dark abyss; every breath a gasp for survival. From the moment that the hospital staff reminded me that my husband had been dead for 3 hours ...
After my husband’s funeral and my home was quiet, way too quiet, I sat down with the intention of reading my pile of sympathy cards. With my heart leaping out of my chest, tears staining my cheeks, numerous thoughts of ...
Guilt…such a small word; nevertheless, no matter how unwarranted the guilt can be, it carries a gut wrenching punch. Guilt engulfed my being and took root after my husband’s death as I wrestled with the fact that I wasn’t with ...
As I was shopping last week, my eyes and ears were immediately drawn to an elderly couple standing at the cake department. Their frailty was apparent; yet, their voices were jubilant and lively as they explained to the baker, that ...