I said hello to my deceased husband’s photo the other day — and for once I did not collapse into tears at the sight of his face. Read more.
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Widowed: Shouldn’t I Be Over It by Now?
After more than two years of being widowed, shouldn’t I be over it by now? I’m not. The universe has tilted and it has yet to right itself. Read more.
What to Do With My Late Husband’s Winter Coat?
I wanted to keep my late husband’s winter coat. It let me feel close to him. But the weather was turning cold. Someone needed that coat. Read more.
Widowed: Caught in the Time Warp of Grief
Widowed: I Got Caught in the Act of Crying for My Husband
I came home to what I thought was an empty house and got caught in the act of crying for my husband, noisily. Read more.
Widowed: My Husband Keeps Dying on Me
It’s been a full eighteen months since Jon’s death, but even now my husband keeps dying on me. Read more.
Widowed: No Dreary Memorial Brick for My Husband
A memorial brick for Jon in the new neighborhood plaza? Yes, but only if it could also bear the names of the people who loved him. Read more.