Widows of Hope Virtual 5k Run/Walk - Oct 17, 2020 Register
I work for a non-profit, helping those in poverty. One of the most important resources one can have to move out of poverty is to have relationships with those who can encourage and be an example in the journey. One ...
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Following my late husband’s death, for some reason, I was filled with an intense desire to become a totally honest person. It’s not that I had a problem with honesty before Ray died. Well … maybe a little problem. After ...
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Today is my deceased husband’s birthday; the third one that I have spent without his physical presence. As I  am wearing his sweatshirt, sipping tea from his favorite #1 Dad coffee cup that one of our daughters gave him on ...
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Note: This essay is VERY personal and is the result of much thought about posts I have seen from other widows and widowers. Some of us got to choose whether to be present when our spouse died, others did not ...
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I left Stanford University Hospital in the early evening the day my husband died. As I walked across the grounds surrounded by my children, I could see Hoover Bell Tower in the distance, the bells were ringing. I was numb ...
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I started participating in triathlons a little over 10 years ago. I loved the energy, the swimming and the biking. I did not like the running. I have tried and tried to like running. Our community has the kindest running ...
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Last week, I again buckled under the erratic pendulum of grief as my health took a dive. I have struggled with numerous, chronic, auto-immune issues for years; however, since my beloved husband’s death they have significantly escalated and new ones ...
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I recently learned that most animals in the wild run from a storm; however, not the buffalo. The buffalo will walk right into a storm and walk right through it. Let me explain how this can be applied to our ...
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Today I found myself with a little time to go through my husband's email and Facebook accounts. Yes, I know his passwords because he would forget them and ask me. As I scrolled through the emails that filled his inbox, ...
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