"Have you lost your husband?" I had that question asked yesterday by a complete stranger. It was while visiting a home show, four pavilions with an endless supply of home building and improvement vendors. I was walking around by myself ...
Recently I had the opportunity to take part in a grief photo shoot. Sounds crazy, right? But actually it is one of the most therapeutic things I have done in my grief journey. When this opportunity was presented ...
Young grief is so rare and unique. A completely foreign matter to me until just recently. It’s not something you’re prepared to deal with at the fragile age of twenty-one. When God decides it’s time to call your loved ...
When Tim first passed away, I was numb. I went through the motions; making funeral arrangements, accepting condolences from friends and neighbors who stopped by and ultimately getting through the funeral service. That numbness stayed with me for at least ...
I knew my husband pretty well, I think. When someone is your soulmate...and he was...I believe I know what he'd say to me about me. He used to say some of these things directly to me, so I'm pretty confident ...
When grief is at its heaviest and we are lost in it, it is so hard to imagine a light at the end of the tunnel. It can become very easy to just get lost in the dark. So ...
The grief journey is different for every person who experiences loss. One thing everyone has in common, however, is that they must walk through the grief alone. Friends and family support me, empathize, and sympathize, but in the end, the ...
I am a remarried widow. I am blessed to have two amazing love stories. But being remarried is not easy. It takes a lot of work. A ton of grace. And an endless supply of compromise. I am not ...
Dear Widows, I know these days are dark and we are on an uncharted journey. Once widowhood occurs it alters the reality of every single thing in our world. Everyday is different. Existence is different. Perspectives ...
As Valentine's Day approaches, I am reminded that my love story is different than most. My last husband isn’t here to buy me flowers, give me a special card, or bring me chocolates. As I think about the day of ...