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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
As I mentioned in this post, I started swimming. After practicing with my new friends, I realized I need to work on strengthening my post-surgery shoulder before joining them again, so that is what I have been doing. I have ...
The yoke of my sorrow is a gaping, vast void as I yearn for my husband. The ripple effect for me has caused trauma, sleepless nights, spiraling health issues, doubt, frustration and a profound sense of sadness. As I strive ...
There are so many phases and stages of the grief process that it makes my head spin. My husband was at the Mayo clinic in Rochester Mn and was in his last days on this planet. I had to ...
I am sorry I did not post last week. Despite flu shots, the flu paid our family a visit. I do not know what I would have typed in my drugged state, but I am guessing it would have probably ...
Before my husband Ray died, I used to "go along, to get along." In fact, I think I spent my life trying to please others. For example, I would do or say whatever I thought would make someone else's life ...
The first time that I was unwillingly forced to go through my husband’s belongings was shortly after his untimely death. Amidst my brutal weeping and frazzled state of shock, the hospital staff nudged me to proceed forward with preparations as ...