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 ...
The worst thing a widowed mother can hear from her grieving child, “at least you still have your daddy.”. I do. At 39, I still have my daddy. How unfair. He is alive and well and I have had a ...
I suppose I should tell you about that day.. Saying it hit me like a tonne of bricks was an overstatement, it didn't hit me at all. It wasn't expected and it wasn't welcome but it didn't hit me. I ...
These last few weeks have been extremely rough. I am emotionally exhausted. My cup is empty and I have no more to give. And that feeling of complete emotional emptiness puts me in a melancholy mood. I begin to question ...
The other day I was organizing all of my art supplies and miscellaneous stuff in the closet in the basement, and I ran into a bag that I have avoided looking inside for over two years now…A bag I hid ...