Widowed, I celebrated his birthday without him — with two birthday cupcakes, one for him and one for me. Because there were still two of us. Read more.
Widowed
Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.
Widowed: Our Love Is Immortal (Seriously!)
Jon may be gone, but our love is immortal. Hear me out. I promise I’m not going to get all cheesy and sentimental on you. Read more.
Widowed: It’s Been a Year and He’s Still Gone
Yes, I am widowed — it’s been a year and he’s still gone. But I keep thinking he’ll be back any minute. Read more.
Dying. It’s What We Do These Days
I see that it’s not going to let up, this dying thing. I’m 80 years old now. I’m getting older and so are all my friends. Read more.
Widowed: I Called Tech Support and Got Ageism
I called tech support and got ageism. ‘Why don’t you get someone younger to help you?’ said the otherwise very nice techie. Read more.
With No Husband to Complain, Here Are Some More Things I’m Free to Do These Days
With no husband to complain about my bad habits and quirky tastes, I’m free to think and do lots of things I’d set aside for many years. Read more.
Is There an Upside to Widowhood? I’m Looking at the Possibilities
Now that Jon is gone, I am keeping an eye out for reasons to like going it alone. I’m wondering, are there any upsides to widowhood? Read more.