When my husband was alive, he would say that my constant sacrificing and never-saying-no personality were self-inflicted wounds. If I complained about how tired I was because I took on a task I didn’t really want to do – because ...
Widowed Single I just completed my taxes this year, and I cried (again!, because I did the same thing last year) when I had to check the “Single” box. There is a reason that we always check off “Widowed” on ...
In another time in another place he is with me. In another time in another place I sit at the kitchen table listening to the clock tick while I read my book. He is still in bed and that is ...
I’m babysitting my two young grandsons for a four-day weekend while their folks are out of town. These two like all sorts of music. They may ask the Amazon Alexa to play Daft Punk, Justin Bieber, rap or hard rock, ...
Navigating through the days, weeks… even moments at times… of our journey through life after losing our husband can range from uncomfortable to formidable, and prayerfully eventually stabilize to some degree. Over time we learn to grow even as we ...
The house is empty. No more furniture. No more pictures. No more people celebrating birthdays and holidays. No more family around the dining room table. No more memories to be made there. No more feeling like my ghosts are there. ...
Love yourself We lost the love of our lives. And Holidays are always there to remind us. Survived Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's think it is finally safe and Valentine's Day comes out of nowhere. Ads for flowers and gifts ...
Widows understand better than most how unpredictable life can be. Our lives are a mixture of joys and sorrows. Both beautiful blessings and distressing difficulties can come along unexpectedly causing life’s dreams and plans to change. Some of these happen ...
A part of me surely died the same day as my late husband. Most widows would probably say the same thing. When you spend so much time wrapping your life around someone else, it takes a while to unravel yourself ...
