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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
Feb 14, 2012 was my beloved husband’s last day at home. He was in the cancer unit most of January, all but a few days in February, and the entire month of March leading up to his demise. That morning, ...
As I leaned back in the kitchen chair with a cup of coffee in my hand, a sliver of sunshine pierced through the deck window and interrupted my thoughts. Sweet sunshine; it is a difficult commodity to come by in ...
Last week, I had dinner with a friend who came into my world after we were both widowed. I am about six months ahead of her. We spent three hours talking, laughing and crying (just me). We explored and discussed ...
After my husband Ray died, I developed an illness that I refer to as the Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda" sickness. I believe that the cure for this disease is a pill I call Forgiveness. At first, I thought this was a ...