I wasn’t in the hospital when Jon died. I couldn’t hold his hand or say any words as he lay dying. Did he know his life was coming to an end? Read more.
Widowed
Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.
Talk to My Deceased Husband? I Can’t Do It
Talk to my deceased husband? Some widows can. Not me. I can’t talk to Jon without going to that awful place where he is no more. Read more.
Widowed and the We-Ness of Marriage
I’ve been widowed nearly nine months now, and I still can’t let go of the we — the we-ness of marriage. Here’s why. Read more.
What Do You Say When Someone Dies?
What do you say when someone dies? How to console a friend? There’s not much you can say do do — except to just be there. Read more.
Halloween — A Day for the Dead
In the spirit of Día de Muertos, I’m making this Halloween a day for the dead: I’m publishing a story or two told about Jon at his interment. Read more.
Widowed: Who Will Look After Me Now That Jon Is Gone?
Jon was the one I could count on for rides to car repair shops and colonoscopies. Who will look after me now? Read more.
Widowed: ‘What Is Grief, If Not Love Persevering?’
“What is grief, if not love persevering?” — that’s from the TV miniseries “WandaVision.” A nice thought. But I’m not there yet. Read more.