For me, each diminutive step of widowhood has felt like a battle through a dark abyss; every breath a gasp for survival. From the moment that the hospital staff reminded me that my husband had been dead for 3 hours ...
After my husband’s funeral and my home was quiet, way too quiet, I sat down with the intention of reading my pile of sympathy cards. With my heart leaping out of my chest, tears staining my cheeks, numerous thoughts of ...