I checked in on Jon the other day and I found him right where we’d buried him. He was pushing up a daisy. Just one. Read more.
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Widowed: The One Good Thing About Grief
The one good thing about grief is — there’s not a darned thing you can do about it. Someone has died, and that’s that. Read more.
Widowed: He’s Still Not Back and It’s Been Three Years
Where is Jon? I’ve been widowed three years and I’m still expecting him to come back. It’s not possible that he is gone for good, snuffed out. Read more.
Widowed: The Things My Husband Wanted. (Or, We Are What We Want)
I feel the sharpest grief when I picture my husband alive and wanting something, planning something — picking out artichokes for dinner, making a grandchild laugh. Read more.
Nature Giveth and Nature Taketh Away
Against all odds, a flowering fruit tree took root in the wild canyon below our house, but not for long. Nature giveth, nature taketh away. Read more.
Widowed: The Perfect Husband. The Perfect Christmas Tree
Widowed: The perfect husband? The perfect Christmas tree? I started a list of all the things that annoyed me about Jon. But I lost the list. Read more.
Betty Rollin: A Light Has Gone Out. And So Have Many Others
Betty Rollin: A light has gone out. And so have many others — Rosalynn Carter, Harry Belafonte, Dianne Feinstein, Cormac McCarthy, Daniel Ellsberg … Read more.