Letting Go “Letting go.” Two words that sound so simple to accomplish, but yet confuse me. I’m not sure I even know exactly what real, honest and true “letting go” looks like or feels like on a grief journey. ...
I was reading an article about a current flaw in America’s social service net. It’s focused more on identifying the worthy, while forgetting the needy. Most popular news or social media trendy articles, highlight successful people, while often shedding little ...
God created us to be in relationship. We are healthier and happier when we develop meaningful relationships with people we can trust. Finding fellowship with other people we have important common bonds with is essential to build this kind of ...
For widows who hope to find love again, and maybe even remarry, you absolutely can. I've written quite a lot about dating, breakups, and new relationships post-loss. Early on that consisted of a lot of pitfalls and cautionary tales. Everything ...
The other night I was watching 911 Lonestar we are catching up on old seasons when they showed one of the characters losing her husband unexpectedly. She calls 911 tells them what happened ask them not to turn on the ...
It is so hard to be a Solo Mom while grieving the sudden devastating loss of my husband. I am so mad at grief. It steals so much from us. It takes the moments we have shared with our ...
Let’s Think Differently About How To Help A Widow I think that so often we are taught by the people and culture around us to help those grieving losses in the same predictable ways. Condolence cards, meals, calls and visits ...
Ash I know what you think – that it would be dark like ash from a campground, from a cigarette you shouldn’t be smoking. But it’s not a house fire. It’s matter that cannot be created nor destroyed. ...
Rick died six years ago today. Not always being a rational person, I decided the best way to handle this awful anniversary would be to sleep through today. That didn’t work. For one reason, my cat did not agree with ...
Every time I have parted with some of Bret's things, I have felt the prickly reminder that he is no longer alive; that he actually died. Selling his beloved motorcycle, which I did only a few weeks ago, was a ...