Guilt…such a small word; nevertheless, no matter how unwarranted the guilt can be, it carries a gut, wrenching punch. Guilt engulfed my being and took root after my husband’s death as I wrestled with the fact that I wasn’t with ...
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Five months after my husband’s demise, our oldest daughter got married. The day was immensely bittersweet engulfed with a kaleidoscope of rollercoaster emotions. A few months later, a dear aunt passed away. As I attended her funeral, my spirit was ...
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Today is my deceased husband’s birthday; the third one that I have spent without his physical presence. As I  am wearing his sweatshirt, sipping tea from his favorite #1 Dad coffee cup that one of our daughters gave him on ...
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