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

Widow Newly Born

  We were married forty-four years after dating for two. Work, children, home, church were our primary interests. Going out with the boys or the girls simply didn’t fit into our lifestyles; we wanted to come home to each other after a long day at the office. For a brief time we worked as partners… Continue reading Widow Newly Born

Widow’s School

Although I prepared for three long years, it was not a school I wanted to attend.  The admission cost was far too high though I attended locally.  It was a school that could mend or tear a family apart. Some days learning proved impossible.  On others knowledge weighed on my shoulders to the point of… Continue reading Widow’s School