Writing has always been cathartic for me. Although, I never comprehended that I would be writing as an author for Hope for Widows. My husband, my soul mate, my partner in times of bliss and adversity, and love of my ...
Hello everyone! My name is Catherine Capra-Leaf and I am so honored to be here connecting with other widowed friends! I am a widow turned author from Hugo Mn. Helping other women navigate through this difficult journey called grief has ...
Hi! We Hope For Widows writers have been asked to tell you a bit about ourselves and since I post two times a week, I will share a bit today and the rest on Thursday. I became widowed in October ...
This week, we have something special for you! Each day you will have a chance to get better acquainted with our Hope for Widows website authors, as we've asked each one, for their daily post, to share something about themselves ...
Thanksgiving was my late husband’s favorite holiday. He used to say: “I love Thanksgiving because there is no pressure to buy gifts.” He loved to just focus on family, good food and gratitude. Gratitude is the most important part ...
Many people have been kind to me as I have adapted to my new life. Some have said, “I don’t know if I could ever survive what you have experienced.” I am here to tell you, you can. The part ...
Since my husband’s death 2 ½ years ago, I feel like I have aged 30 years. I cringe at my own reflection. My eyes peering back at me know too much sorrow. My shoulders carry the weight of the world. ...
I remember the day of my father's funeral. He had been a pilot in the Korean Conflict, and I will always remember the impressive solemnity of the 21-gun salute just before the graveside service ended. My heart was so sad ...
Several years ago while out campaigning for re-election, I came upon a home with a small, internally lit cabinet sign posted by the front door. It said "Area of Refuge". I later learned signs like this are installed in buildings ...
I love the widows who attend my church. They fill the back pew at Sunday morning worship service. I never thought about them much before I became a widow. They were just there: the little old ladies who lived alone, ...