I just read a quote from Winston Churchill: "Success is not final, failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that counts." It was a needed reminder this morning. If I failed at something yesterday, I can still try ...
"Is the second year after your spouse's death harder than the first year?" my widowed friend asked me over lunch a few weeks ago. I struggled to find words to answer her question. How could I answer her? It took ...
Are you feeling stuck in your grief? Perhaps nothing seems to be going right at the moment, and you believe that you don’t know what you should do next. Well … that may just be the truth that you are ...
One of the most difficult lessons in being a widow has been becoming comfortable receiving service from others. I have written about this before, but tonight I was shown two new reasons why this is so important. A dear friend ...
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 ...
I remember when Mom and Dad loaded us all up in the old station wagon and drove us to the drive-in theatre less than a mile away. Arms full of blankets and pillows, we were ready for one of our ...
Shortly after my husband died, I clearly remembered an experience he related to me years ago. He was a child at church class and was asked to give the class roll to an adult. He left his classroom and tracked ...
By your loss, you have been transported into a world gone awry and nothing seems to make sense anymore. Consequently, you might question the meaning of life and death. In truth, this has been a question most have pondered – and ...
Note: This was originally posted in April 2013 at FunHasArrived.com FHA stands for "Fun Has Arrived", my husband's self-given nickname. Last week, I moved my wedding band from my left ring finger to my right ring finger. For many, this ...
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 ...