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 ...
Tomorrow, my youngest child turns 18 years old. My, how time flies! It is such a privilege to raise her and I count her as one of my dearest friends. As I have grieved the death of my husband, there ...
When my husband passed away, I was in shock, denial, so lost, empty, and utterly broken. I was in a soul shattered state of mind. It seemed at that time, that the goodness of my life was gone. Immersed in ...
I love visiting with my dad. His wife, aka Mom, died unexpectedly about six months after my husband died. We visit via Facebook where we talk about the goings on and life's ups and downs. Memories are shared, stories told ...
I was a sprinter in my younger days and that is how I tend to live life. Go fast and go hard. The thought of running longer distances did not appeal to me at all. Steady pace? Nah. I just ...
The steadfast, champion hands that tenderly, passionately and protectively held mine for 24 years, turned blue, cold and limp in mine. As I fumbled out of the hospital room, fragmented conversations of sympathy from loved ones swirled in my head. ...
A droplet of water hits a puddle. In that instant of impact, it forms a shape that is unseen by the human eye. In it's lightening speed, we don't see it's beauty... but it there. Something beautiful and unique was ...