Overcoming the struggles and turmoil this human existence can bring is something every widow, indeed every person, must contend with. When we had our husband to stand beside us and help us strategize and think through all the levels and ...
My grief began the day my soulmate and love of my life was diagnosed with inoperable small cell lung cancer. It was March 5th, 2021. I knew there was a possibility that there would be no coming back from that. ...
Honoring the journey of a widow as she navigates her grief and its persistent presence is one of the most precious gifts you can give. Saturday, August 30, 2025 is National Grief Awareness Day. It is a special day set ...
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 ...
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, ...
I’ve always asked questions—lots of them! I’m not one to conform; I’m quite the rebel, always eager to know why. Barrie found this amusing and often remarked on my insatiable curiosity. When we first met, most of our conversations revolved ...
Widows can feel like a novice in our new life… one so drastically different from what we knew. Where we once felt confident and strong, we can suddenly find ourself questioning everything. Our mind is in a fog and the ...
I was having a lazy morning in bed, doing the Wordle and Spelling Bee on my phone. It’s my typical wake up routine now that there’s no job to run to, and I appreciate every minute of it. For most ...
A few years ago, a thought occurred to me that prompted me to sit down and think deeply. Not long after Bret ended his life, I joined multiple support groups that I had found on social media. I don't recall ...
On a day like today, when I was 10 years old, I might have been lying on my bedroom floor, listening to the radio. "Neverending Story" by Limahl might have been playing, and the breeze might have been causing my ...