A few days ago, an acquaintance at church made small talk with me: “How’s life?” And I expected to feel all the normal rage that question elicits for us grievers. You know what I mean. We are the humans donning ...
The ache of compounded grief in widowhood is a particular kind of brutal. You thought you already did the hardest part. The early days—the raw, suffocating shock, the nights where breathing itself felt like betrayal, the way the world kept ...
June 8 would have been 13 years of marriage. It is the 5th anniversary without my husband. Odd how the experience of that date changes. The first year.... I remember the agony of anticipating experiencing our youngest son's 2nd birthday,Father's ...
Have you ever struggled to want to speak God’s truth with faith when the weight of your feelings from a situation you find yourself in scream to cry out in despair? Even strong believers and tested warriors can find themselves ...
How many times have we heard people ask "Why do we, as Christians, still have to suffer in this life?" Doubtless, many of us have voiced that question, especially if our spouses were sick before dying. I myself have asked ...
Browsing one of my online support groups the other day, I saw the post. The one the new widow makes, where everything is fresh and brand new. We are able to articulate and write things out (I don't know how), ...
People still get taken aback when I tell them that my husband took his own life. I work in the hospitality industry, and people like to talk. They like to chit-chat and ask questions. When they get to the part ...
The doctor told me the stone measured almost one centimeter in diameter. I sat there as tears slipped quietly down my face. I didn’t cry or wail or sob or bawl or howl or whimper or dissolve into hysterics. He ...
It's been a couple of rainy, gloomy days here in Dallas as I sit to write this blog. I don't know about you, but I think I may struggle with some seasonal depression from time to time. I definitely noticed ...
One of the first books about widowhood I read right after Rick’s death was The Year of Magical Thinking, by Joan Didion. I’ve always been an avid reader, so my natural response to anything is to search out a book ...