Time Marches On
Time passes, people heal, but where love resided, grief remains.
Read MoreMy world shattered when I became a widow. I am now attempting to reassemble the broken shards into something damaged, fractured, and scarred, yet beautiful.
Time passes, people heal, but where love resided, grief remains.
Read MoreFor the past 5 years, I have written about National Widow’s Day, started by the organization Widow Wednesday in 2014 as sort of a reminder for people to help out the widows and widowers in their own lives. [To see my posts from previous years, click here, here, here, and here.] The basics are these: […]
Read MoreThis will be the 4th year in a row I’ve blogged about National Widows’ Day, despite it being my 5th year as a potential participant – in Year One post loss, I had no idea it even existed. Most widows (and those who love them) don’t. It’s one of those days that, unless it affects […]
Read MoreThis. This series of photos you see show the face of a woman who is completely unaware that her world will drastically change merely 3 hours later. These were taken exactly 4 years ago on this date, April 3rd, when A and I had spent some time on the beach while waiting for our daughter […]
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