One of my friends who recently lost her husband explains that she feels she is in limbo. “I know some of the definitions seem negative but it is the third one that I like best. I am in the place in between,” she says. The meaning she refers to is: an intermediate, transitional, or midway state […]
A song on the radio titled The Hurt & the Healer by Mercy Me reminds me of my feelings in the early days after my husband’s death: Breathe Sometimes I feel it’s all that I can do Pain so deep that I can hardly move.
I plant violas in my flower boxes every year because I love their colors and their fresh little faces. They are annuals, so in late May when the chance of frost in Michigan has passed (at least I hope it’s passed) I bring home a new assortment of violas. They seem to thrive in the […]
Grief has a way of sneaking up on you. I surprised myself by being “ready” for my mom’s death. As ready as I ever could be, I guess. We expected it, and even prayed for it. She was ready. She wanted to go to heaven, and she couldn’t understand why God didn’t take her. The […]
Last Sunday I attended the dedication service for the Sheppard Cottage at Lake Louise Camp, named in honor of my husband, Rick. When I entered the grounds of Lake Louise for the first time in three years, memories washed over me. I felt as if I were entering Holy Ground, because for Rick, that’s what […]