During this Thanksgiving Eve as I am preparing for our family dinner, I am once again, reminded that “us” no longer exists in this realm of life. My husband isn’t helping me make the stuffing, peeling the potatoes, mischievously kissing ...
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Since my husband’s death 2 ½ years ago, I feel like I have aged 30 years. I cringe at my own reflection. My eyes peering back at me know too much sorrow. My shoulders carry the weight of the world. ...
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Are you feeling stuck in your grief? Perhaps nothing seems to be going right at the moment, and you believe that you don’t know what you should do next. Well … that may just be the truth that you are ...
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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 ...
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Kay Redfield Jamison, in Nothing Was the Same, penned the following thought. I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to ...
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