Who or what else could M be for? None other than my late husband. Especially since I’m writing this at O’Hare on my layover home from Michigan. It’s about a 3000-step walk from where we landed to the distant concourse and gate that will take me home to SD. I’ve picked out just three of …
Tag: adjusting to being a widow
Life at 82: J is for Joy
Here I am with two of my sisters, Rose and Esther, during happier times. They have both passed away. It was Rose, as an experienced widow, who told me when Marv died that I must find joy in my life every day. She said Joy would not come looking for me. I must look for …
Grief at Thirty-six Months: Honey, would you please…
Always busy in the garage, he'd be shocked that I've put furniture together! Come back for just a day? I want to tell you about— The water softener spraying water over the furnace room The beetles eating your rose bushes The pipe that burst; the hole in the bedroom wall The dying evergreens I had …
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Locked Out
As the garage door boomed shut, I jumped out of the way. I’d programmed new pin numbers into the door opener and hadn’t expected the door to close. My heart went wham. My car was in the garage. The keys to the house were in the car. And there I stood, at dusk, in the …
Grief at Eighteen Months: Contemplation
“Here I sit by a fire pit at a lovely resort in Arizona contemplating...” Three years ago this month I wrote that opening to a blog post. Today I can write the same thing; I’m at the same place. But much of my personal life has changed, mostly related to the loss of my husband …
Grace Notes #15: Grief at Nine Months
Ants on the bathroom counters. Kitchen cabinet door hanging loose from its top hinge. Battery dead in the Beetle in the garage. Mineral deposits on the home vaporizer rendering it almost useless. (I know I said I wasn't going to write Grace Notes anymore, but never say never. You'll see this situation requires them.) After …
Grace Notes #14 – Grief at Six Months
Marv passed away six months and fourteen hours ago. I'm feeling it is time for me to move on. To leave these “grace” related posts on dying and death and move increasingly toward my “new normal.” I don’t mind that expression, although I know some do. They say there will never be another “normal.” But …
Grace Notes #11: Grief at Five Months
This time I didn’t have to lie on the floor; this time I used the chair. The occasion? A purposeful visit to my closet. I’d awakened the day after Christmas with a feeling of optimism. I’d made it through Christmas with my eyes misting up only once, and that was during the Christmas Eve service …
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