Each time I visit my husband’s grave, in attempts to do something fostering for my spirit, I first visit an eclectic, home décor shop. Their designs feature a mix of old and new with upscale, unique pieces. During each trip a ...
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 ...
When I was 10 years old, I started playing the flute and piano. Oh, how I hated to practice, but after a few years, I came to enjoy it a bit more. I played my flute (and piano) through college ...
Shortly after my husband died, I clearly remembered an experience he related to me years ago. He was a child at church class and was asked to give the class roll to an adult. He left his classroom and tracked ...
Note: This was originally posted in April 2013 at FunHasArrived.com FHA stands for "Fun Has Arrived", my husband's self-given nickname. Last week, I moved my wedding band from my left ring finger to my right ring finger. For many, this ...
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 ...
As we all know, Pinterest (and Wikipedia) are the sources of all truth. If it is written there, then it is real. While I was in Pinterest, pinning things I want others to make for me(!) I found a sentence: ...