Widow’s Suicide

  When we returned from mother’s funeral, it was to find Daddy had arrived ahead of us.  That wasn’t unusual.  What hit so hard when we found him, was seeing every gun he owned surrounding his chair. “Dad, we have to put these up.  The grandkids will be here any minute.”  Steel laced my brother’s voice. … Continue reading Widow’s Suicide

Widow’s Children

  Today is Father’s Day. We went to church, my daughter and I. As always, she sang out, bursting with joy, sat through the sermon, and waited impatiently for the special part of the service – the Father’s Day gift presentation. As the deacons gave out the pen/notepad combinations, a puzzled look came over Jaimie’s… Continue reading Widow’s Children

Widow’s Expectations

  This far into widowhood, a year and a half, a widow’s expectations come alive once more. She believes that although life with the deceased is over, maybe, just maybe, all life is not. She looks around and sees happy couples her age and having another husband in the future doesn’t seem quite so impossible.… Continue reading Widow’s Expectations