When we get anxious or panicked, how many times have we been told…”Just breathe”… or “Take a deep breath.” Breathing is one of those things our body does automatically. God created us with so many parts that work tirelessly and ...
10 Unexpected Things Grief Has Taught Me. 1) People say surprisingly hurtful things to grieving people, even those closest to you. Many will never apologize because they don’t even realize they offended you. 2) You may have been compassionate before ...
I haven't ever stopped wearing my wedding rings. Going on eight years out, I still wear them. Yes, there are two of them: my wedding ring plus another that was a family heirloom he had given me for my part ...
Where does our love go now that our person is gone? My love flows in each hug and kiss from my daughter and grandchildren. Each “Nanny, I love you” fills my heart and spills my love in bubbly, overflowing waves. ...
Car still packed. Hospital bags collecting dust. The half drank Pepsi bottle still in the fridge. That is just a few of the time stamped areas 10 months into one of the most devastating moments of my life. I am ...
I woke up this morning to the sound of my grandchildren whispering, their bare feet padding across wood floors, stopping just short of the bedroom I was in. I’ve landed at Ashley and Micah’s house, my oldest daughter and son-in-law. ...
I missed getting to write my posts here for several months because I was caring for an 88-year-old with memory issues and declining health. As her struggles grew more severe, and my time and energy was consumed with her care, ...
Dear Bret, It's been a while since I wrote you a letter, and after I made the suggestion for other widows to write letters to their late partners, I decided to do the same. You've been gone now for over ...
One of the biggest questions in life that we face is “Who am I,” and even though we should be the highest level of expert to be able to answer that, we sometimes stammer and stutter on the details. Through ...
One of the Hope for Widows sisters used the word “bittersweet” to describe what she was feeling. I hate labels. I always have. I dislike being called “a widow.” I live with it because it is a fact. I still ...