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 ...
Writing has always been cathartic for me. Although, I never comprehended that I would be writing as an author for Hope for Widows. My husband, my soul mate, my partner in times of bliss and adversity, and love of my ...
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. ...
The harvest season was upon me. Typically, my heart would be full of reverence for our Maker’s bountiful blessings. However, with my husband’s death eight months earlier, my soul was traumatized. I strived to exhale gratitude and find something palpable each ...
Last week as I attempted to sort through my old clothes, I came across a top that had the Esprit logo printed on it. I had modeled this garment years ago in a fashion show. It was one of my ...
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 ...
I ache for my husband. My soul yearns for him, and I wrestle with despair. Nevertheless, as I have encountered the different stages of grief, I have strived to decipher the vastness and resolution of death. My youngest, precious gem ...
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 ...
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 ...