As another year draws to a close, I can’t help but reflect on the brevity of a year and ponder what this year means for me. What lessons did I learn this year? How much did I accomplish? Have I ...
Joy is hard to come by when we are trapped in the grief of losing our husbands. In fact, joy is something we might feel like we may never know again after such a devastating loss. Many people define joy ...
Whoever said “it gets easier with time” lied their asses off. They were either delusional or just downright bat shit crazy. Apparently, they never experienced the death of someone they loved with every fiber of their being because there’s no ...
We’re all looking for the best way to handle our grief, especially at those trigger heavy times when holidays, special days, and anniversaries come. On Tuesday it will be what should have been our 41st wedding anniversary. It’s right smack ...
Traditions and routines bring us connection to the past and give us a sense of predictability. We find comfort in the details, rituals, and traditions that form our history and situate us in our families. We feel stable and like ...
Even the mended pieces of a widow’s broken heart can wince at the dawn of a new Christmas season. The first year is the hardest, but each passing year somehow accentuates the permanence of the absence of his physical presence. ...
Do you ever question who God is? Is God really good? Why does the unthinkable happen? Why do terrible things happen even if we are following God and doing our best to live the way we believe He wants us ...
Many widows struggle through depression and sadness at an increased level during the fall and even through the long winter. A great way to counter this battle is to delve into deeper communion with God and shift your mindset ...
At 66, I look back on my life as a series of eras: periods of varying lengths of time that were significant in some way or another. The innocent years of childhood. My turbulent and foolish teens. The wonder and ...
Grief does not have a timeline and no one’s journey is the same. Yet, there comes a time when you begin to see the fog lift. At a counseling session, I was asked what I would say to myself in ...