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.
My little getaway presented me with a couple of “opportunities” and a case for the right tool.
Today is a big remembering kind of day.
Trials come along. We aren’t exactly expecting them, but here they are. What am I supposed to do with them?
It’s the quiet moments that are the hardest. You know the ones –
With gatherings and simple in-person interaction pretty much non-existent, I’m compelled to ask –
How’s your love tank?
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.
A new day, a new year, a new decade. 2020.
We use filters in so many ways. Air filters in the heater, the car, the vacuum. Water filters in our fridge and sink. Apps on our phones, computers, and TV. Shucks, even cigarettes have filters. What is the greatest filter we have for our lives?
Can you picture a lion, pacing behind the bars, roaring, shaking his mane, seeing his goal, ready to run and move and live, only held back, caged?