Christmas Day brought the first decent amount of snow to my neighborhood. Today, in spite of the forecasters saying less than an inch would fall overnight, many inches fell. I looked out the window and decided to take our 20 ...
I made it through another Christmas! I only tortured myself with memories and the would of, could of, and should of's for a short time on Christmas Day. I was determined that this year would be different, and I set ...
The first Christmas after my husband’s passing, I felt numb, in disbelief, engulfed in sorrow, and oh so alone. I attempted to put on my mask and proceed forward for my daughters’ well-being. However, isolation seemed to grasp me as the ...
I hope everyone is making it through Christmas OK this year. "OK" what's that? well, I don't know. Everyone's barometer is different on that one.For me it is being able to walk through it all, endure the sadness, but somewhere ...
I'm wishing you joy this Holiday season. I'm hoping all the good memories of past Holidays will bring you good cheer. I'm grateful for the Hope for Widows Foundation. It is wonderful to have a place where we can go ...
During this time of hustle and bustle and the most wonderful time of the year, my widow’s spirit is not as jolly or as calm and bright as it used to be. Christmas seems to spur on a tangled web ...
Hello everyone! This week was an enlightening week. I learned a wonderful lesson this week of the truest meaning of friendship. "People come in and out of your life when they are supposed to" It is one of my deepest ...
When my daughter was small, she owned a pair of sturdy fabric fairy wings. She wore them all the time and felt she had great power while wearing them. Yesterday, I found them and we talked about her wearing them ...
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 ...