Memories came flooding back. Dark memories of hours upon hours spent at the hospital. Or at the cancer center for his radiation or chemo. Or accompanying him to get blood transfusions. And days and nights at hospice until the inevitable sad end. The Trigger My grandson broke his arm and…
You’ve been gone for so long. The first few years without you were insanely difficult. There’s no way to adequately describe the pain, heartbreak, and despair. I thought about you all day, and I cried myself to sleep at night. The tears were always just one memory, one grief trigger…
I’ve been widowed for eleven and a half years now. My life is so very different from what it used to be. When I lost him, everything changed, and I changed too. Sometimes I wonder what my late husband would think about all the choices and decisions I made since…
Widowhood can get so lonely. I miss having someone around, someone to talk to. My attempts at dating have all failed and, at least for right now, I’m done with that. But I do have a new companion, a four-legged one! You may know from my post in January that…