In a Funk Right Now

I don’t know what’s going on with me. Somehow I seem to be in a funk right now. I’ve been thinking a lot about the past and my late husband. Maybe it all started when I had to look up something in some old documents the other day. I suppose…

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He’s Our Guardian Angel

My husband. He’s been dead for over ten years. Yesterday he saved my daughter and grandson’s life. Yes, I do believe it was him who saved them. Somehow. Perhaps by telling them it was time to go inside. Or by holding up that huge heavy tree for ten more minutes…

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Grief Is Like the Ocean

I just got back from a few days at the beach. I had a wonderful time, exploring the area, relaxing and swimming in the ocean. As I was chilling on the sandy beach, watching the waves, I thought about how grief is like the ocean. There’s a beautiful quote by…

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It Just Is…

The other day, I went to a huge flea market. It’s a weekly event where you can find pretty much everything: junk, antiques, brand-new items, toys, clothes, food, fresh fruits and veggies, plants, live chickens… Yes, live chickens. The place is so big you could spend hours to see all…

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Widowed and Dating: Am I Damaged Goods?

Will the past always haunt me in some way? Will bad memories continue to pop up unexpectedly, ruining my happy moments? Can I ever “fully recover” from those painful events in the past? The memories of his illness, suffering, death, and then the subsequent grief, despair, loneliness… It always seems…

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