Just beyond 6 years ago over 300 people gathered at Starks Funeral home and celebrated the life of a man that can not be described. I could describe that day or the day after, the funeral, but that ...
When tragedy strikes it can be so difficult to see anything good come out of it. All you can see is what is right in front of you. For me it was, I'm alone raising 2 kids. I'm lonely. Then ...
I am a remarried widow. I love my new husband. I am happy with my new life. And sometimes that makes me feel disloyal to my late husband. My late husband loved me completely. Unconditionally. More than anything else. ...
Isn't it interesting in life how seemingly insignificant things can hold such profound meaning and life lessons? How memories can be created by touching something? How those memories can be forgotten or downplayed? Then one day, they are again stirred ...
Sunday afternoons used to be my favorite time of the week. Sunday afternoons on a chilly, gloomy fall day (as much as I HATE the approaching winter) were even better. Right about now, Rick would be ready for a nap. ...
For most couples out there, when you stand in front of the person you have chosen to do life with, promising "till death do we part," you don't think about the day you will inevitably part. I know I didn't. ...
As a solo widowed mom, I often think that I have to be extra careful. That nothing can happen to me. Because if I die, there is no one left to love my child completely, unconditionally in a way only ...
When I first stumbled across the Hope for Widows website over a year ago, I thought, What in the world? Hope? How can a widow of all people have hope? Hope for what? Hope in what? Hope that I don’t ...
A friend of mine told me the other day how a new song on the radio makes her think of my late husband Matthew. She said it reminds her of all the fun memories we all had over the years—like ...