A Silver Anniversary
I used to think about and ponder what I’d be doing on this day, this week in this year.
I’d imagined many ways in which I’d spend my 25th wedding anniversary.
I used to think about and ponder what I’d be doing on this day, this week in this year.
I’d imagined many ways in which I’d spend my 25th wedding anniversary.
Sometimes, you need to chew on scripture a little and let it really speak to you.
Oh, I know. It’s Jonah. He was flawed, but obedient. Well…
Life sometimes feels like we’re the puzzle piece being shifted around, never finding where we fit.
How are you? Three words that I dread hearing; that make me freeze and back peddle and fumble with words. Why?
Stuff. It’s just that. Stuff. Inanimate objects we assign value or usefulness. However, when your spouse dies, “stuff” all of a sudden becomes something heavier.
There are widows out there who feel like they have to live for their late spouse. Worse, are the family and friends who think, promote, and encourage this.
Today is a big remembering kind of day.
It’s the quiet moments that are the hardest. You know the ones –
It’s time to define what a widow’s distress looks like in the various stages of widowhood so we can debunk the pitfalls that keep us from diving in to help.
I’m no longer a “we”, I’m just a “me”. I’m no longer a wife or a companion or a helpmate or a lover or a confidant or a best friend. I’m just a “me”. But who is this “me”?
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