Like it or not, life goes on. Our 101-year-old family friend had picked up the phone to check on me. If that’s not liking life, what is? Read more.
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Widowed: Or, How to Wrestle a Christmas Tree Into Its Stand Without Calling the Neighbors for Help
The kids are coming for Christmas. A tree is in order. But how’s an newly minted widow to wrestle a Christmas tree into its stand on her own? Read more.
Widowed: As He Lay Dying
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 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.