Especially for those who had long marriages and lost their spouses late in life, birthdays become milestones we dread. They are seen as another year spent without a partner, a true confidante and without that special person to hold us for life’s good and bad moments. The mirror showing each new line and wrinkle makes… Continue reading Widow’s Birthday
Month: April 2014
Widow’s Diet Dilemma
I gained weight. No two ways about it, since my husband’s death, I put on the pounds. There are several reasons and none of them help reverse the process. Cooking for one is not the same as cooking for two. When Bru was alive, I strove to make good meals that covered the spectrum of… Continue reading Widow’s Diet Dilemma
Widow’s Fear
During our forty-four years of marriage, I never felt fear, at least for myself. For my husband, yes, but never for myself. Standing at a whopping 5’ 4” tall, he had the ability to stay calm, to take over a situation and make it come out right. Of course while he was doing this… Continue reading Widow’s Fear
Widow’s Anniversary
Today would have been our 46th anniversary. I woke up with my usual answer to stress. After getting my daughter to her special needs class, I returned home to cook, clean, rearrange, anything to stop remembering. Being a widow 364 days of the year is manageable; it’s that 365th day that brings us to our… Continue reading Widow’s Anniversary
Widow’s Anger
The guilt eventually passed. Enjoying the company of friends and laughing seemed almost right. Months had passed. I congratulated myself on how well I handled Bru’s death overall. I moved with my daughter to a new home. Always our first priority had been take care of the children; give them what they need. Wants,… Continue reading Widow’s Anger
Widow’s Guilt
It’s been two years, two long years since Bru died. I cared for him when he had five heart bypasses and finally came home with his chest open because he couldn’t heal with the wound sewn up. I unpacked the gauze, cleaned and repacked it until we got a machine that suctioned the wound clean.… Continue reading Widow’s Guilt
Dating Site Rejection
As a writer I am used to getting those nasty little rejection slips. In my younger days, each impersonal form letter broke my tender heart. Over the years I discovered they were much worse than originally thought. While pouring out of my heart and soul to strangers, literally begging the publisher to take pity… Continue reading Dating Site Rejection