November 13th is a special day in our household. This day was the day my husband was born. The second year after my husband’s death, I wanted to find a way to commemorate his fun-loving and adventurous personality. In honor ...
It’s been three years ago that you died. Roughly 1,095 days without you. There have been so many times I’ve just wanted to talk to you, to tell you all the things. I don’t want this to ...
My husband has been gone for more than three years. I should be used to living as a widow and existing in my “new normal.” But today I realized, no matter how long I exist without him, I’m not sure ...
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. ...
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 ...
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 ...
This year has no doubt been a challenging year for everyone, in different ways. For me, 2020 marked the fifth anniversary of my husband’s death. On January 7th, I observed the mind-numbing fact that my husband had in fact been ...
As I was dealing with all the "fall out" of my husband's death, I found myself at the bottom of the list. The list of things to take care of always came before I cared for myself. I did not ...
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, ...