Taking a break from grief. Sounds weird, right? But as weird as it may seem, sometimes it is necessary. And it is absolutely okay to do. Give yourself permission to mentally walk away from the grief. It isn’t going anywhere. ...
Back and forth, back and forth... The rain was falling steadily and the windshield wipers were moving quickly....I felt as if this was lulling me to sleep. My eyes began to close... My eyes can't close; I'm driving! "Wake up, ...
Monday....... I woke up so very grateful and thankful knowing that all is well with me and everything pertaining to my life. So how did fear, doubt, and worry creep in? Where did that come from? It came from ...
Growing up, when my mother would start baking my siblings and I would get so excited. The sweetness of fresh baked cookies swirling throughout the halls of the house, and dancing into our nostrils and pulling us to the kitchen. ...
It has been one year since Jerry died. 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days. It feels like it just happened, yet feels like forever since I last saw him, held him, kissed him. I want to share my knowledge of ...
One of the greatest things about relationships and marriage is that you get to share it with someone you love. As your relationship/marriage evolves, a foundation for life is built between the two of you. Together, the people in the ...
After my husband George died in 2013, I turned to the internet. There were fit widows, super parent widows, fund-raising widows and grateful widows. I did not find any widows like me who were drowning themselves in Manhattans, Mad Men and ...
My husband is gone. Not gone like he stepped out to pick up some milk at the grocery store. Not gone like working the night shift. Not gone like on a fishing trip with his buddies. Not even gone ...
JUST BE Today is February 13, 2018, and for me, that means that it’s been 506 days being a widow and without My Devan. I tossed and turned all night long which happens quite often only to wake up ...
As far as grandmas go, mine was pretty cool. When I was young, there were so many ways I hoped to grow up like her. There was one way I did not – becoming a young widow. I was 45 ...