Every now and then I hear one of those old songs from the 1940s that my parents used to listen to, and - wow - do those lyrics hit! The other night, as I lay awake in bed (as usual), I ...
As I sit here, reflecting on the year that has passed, I realized how alone I feel. Sure, I have lots of loved ones in my life - and many, many people I can count on to be there for ...
For a couple years after my husband died, grief completely overtook my life. I was in a pain-filled fog. I thought about him around the clock. There were memories of his loss everywhere - in my home, my life, my ...
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 ...
Aside from going to the hospital to say goodbye to my husband for the very last time, picking up his death certificates and ashes from the funeral home is probably one of the weirdest, most surreal experiences I have ever ...
Rick died six years ago today. Not always being a rational person, I decided the best way to handle this awful anniversary would be to sleep through today. That didn’t work. For one reason, my cat did not agree with ...
Now that I'm retired, I have a lot more time to focus on my personal writing. I'm working on a memoir, and I also write a lot of poetry. Most of my poetry is extremely personal and I only share ...
It’s funny what you remember after a loved one dies. All the little details get stored in your brain like one big flash drive of memories just waiting to be downloaded at a moment’s notice. But nothing jogs the memory ...
I came across videos of a trip Rick and I took 14 years ago this month. He knew going to Cornwall to explore the land of my ancestors had been a life-long dream and we spent five glorious days in ...
I thought everything was fine, until it wasn’t. Shortly after my husband passed away nearly two years ago, I realized that envy from family members is a very real thing, and the depth of that envy is more than I ...