At the top of my stairs is a picture of hands. Hands lovingly placed in a picture given to me by a family friend of the last Thanksgiving dinner my husband had with us as a family in 2014. ...
The holidays are such a hard time of year. During this time of year, I always miss Jared even more. I wish he was here to go to the pumpkin patch. To help Steven carve his pumpkin. To help scare ...
Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things. Philippians 4:8 Sometimes it would be really easy to ...
If you are reading this, you are probably either a widow or a survivor of loss. Nobody on this planet is immune from loss. Everyone will eventually deal with grief and loss, and each person manages it differently. For my ...
Halloween is my second favorite holiday. It’s a holiday my late husband and I always enjoyed celebrating. After our son was born, Jared could not wait for Steven to get old enough to do “scary Halloween.“ Steven was nine ...
Finding a good middle ground for grief is kind of like playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Just when you think you know where to go, life blindfolds you and spins you around really fast. Like our sense of ...
It has been six years since my husband passed away. It feels like yesterday and today all the same time. My grief has definitely changed over the years. In the beginning, I could not imagine surviving the day, the week, ...
We recently passed the three-year anniversary that my Late Husband left this world for his forever home. Now Thanksgiving is on the horizon, leaving me yet again reflecting on what I am grateful for and where God has planned me ...
Sometimes it’s hard to imagine it’s been 5 years since that ungodly day you left us. Suddenly without a hint of what’s next to come, you were gone. Now after 28 years of marriage, I realize on this anniversary weekend ...
Everyone experiences the loss of a loved one, and the losses compound as we age. In my 63-year span on earth, I’ve lost my father and mother, and all my grandparents, aunts, and uncles. The entire older generation is gone ...