Widowed

Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.

Widowed: We Buried My Husband Last Week

I worried that I would let Jon down. I worried that this last thing I could do for him would fall short and I would fail him. Read more.

How to grieve? I don’t know. I’m not ready to give up being broken-hearted, outraged, horrified at the sudden death of my husband. Read more.

As I see it, there are two big, big things to do before you die. Take photos of yourself, lots of them. And write your own obituary. Read more.

Dancing makes me cry. When I joined a Zumba class the other day, I stayed at the back of the class, because I knew there would be tears. Read more.

The more comprehensible the universe seems, the more it seems a pointless universe, said Nobel laureate physicist, Steven Weinberg. Read more.

Standing in the mess that is our backyard, talking and laughing with the landscaping crew, I wonder: Is it OK when a widow laughs? Read more.

The same death that took Jesus took my husband. Can we say then that all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well? Read more.