During my late husband's long battle with cancer, and after his death, I came to rely on my angels. I believe my angels watch over me. I now have a collection of Willow Tree Angels that are grouped together under ...
From the harrowing moment my husband was diagnosed with cancer, my inner voice rang out incessantly with the following permeating words, “My hope is in the Lord: a miracle will come.” Despite his prognosis, for nine months, this became my ...
By Catherine Capra-Leaf Hello friends, This is some helpful information that I found on getting through the holidays when you are in the midst of loss and sadness. Christmas is usually a time of great joy and wonderful memories with ...
I try to make my posts reflective and upbeat, but today I am going to whine a little. Well, maybe more than a little depending on what your definition of little is. I miss my husband!! I see couples together ...
I hate the holidays!!!! It's that time again to celebrate with family and friends, and I find myself asking, Celebrate what????? This is my third holiday season without Ray. During the last Christmas we shared, it was all he could ...
Yesterday was my 25th wedding anniversary; a day that should have been encompassed with an encore of romance and bliss with my husband. Instead, my turbulent kaleidoscope of widowhood emotions was running the gamut. One moment I wanted to escape ...
Seeking pieces of a broken heart after life defining loss is a long difficult journey. Hiding painful wounds is something we learn along the way, and sometimes the hiding places become sacred burial ground that gives us a way to ...
It is my third Thanksgiving without my late husband Ray. Thanksgiving was his favorite holiday. He was too ill to enjoy it the last two years of his life. He really was not himself, the man on whom I depended ...
It’s the day after Thanksgiving, which is one hurdle you may have been dreading. Now that it has passed, it’s onto the next … Holiday time is hard because it is so family-centric and, thus, makes the absence of an important ...
During this Thanksgiving Eve as I am preparing for our family dinner, I am once again, reminded that “us” no longer exists in this realm of life. My husband isn’t helping me make the stuffing, peeling the potatoes, mischievously kissing ...