The Ring “You still wear your wedding ring”? Yes, that’s a question I was asked recently by someone. I wanted to say (don’t you see it on my ring finger?) But instead I took a breath smiled then politely said ...
I don’t know how else to say it, but I’m tired of being a widow. I’m exhausted by keeping it all up all the time. I’ve worked hard at creating a life on my own where I’m strong, confident ...
Since Todd’s death, people have told me, "he'll always be with you.” They mean well. They smile, maybe pat my arm and wait for me to nod in agreement. I know these words are a cliche, something to say to someone ...
At 28 years old I was widowed, and at 32 I remarried. If I had a dime for every person who told me I would "rebound" back in my first year of widowhood, I would be able to pay off ...
Thanksgiving is a time of so many great memories. So many Thanksgiving adventures for me to look back on and smile. We have never been a traditional Thanksgiving kind of family. For us, Thanksgiving equals travel. Adventure. Exploring ...
Dear One, I'm been almost fourteen years since my husband's death and Thanksgiving still drains me. It's improved though. Where some wounding was more pronounced and somewhat of a surprise, other things that threatened to rip me apart, no longer ...
The first holiday season without my husband was a bit of a train wreck. It all began with Halloween - my first major holiday as a widow. I remember walking into a craft store and being horrified by the display ...
The holidays are upon us, and the last thing I want to do is be a part of any of it. At least, not like this. If I had children at home or grandchildren of my own – which, sorry, ...
I have a good life and I know it. I’m healthy. I’m financially secure. I have lots of friends who love me. I have an entire next generation of family members who spoil me with love, grandchildren, and great-nephews. I ...