The first step on the bridge is bereavement. I strive to be gentle with myself and grieve the loss of my husband. There are so many reminders that he was in the middle of life when the cancer struck him…
I became a widow. The time between April 12 and 17 was filled with wonderment, frustration, compassion, disbelief and, “what the hell is going on?” I was going to update my blog but the clash between life and death bogged…
I am not a widow yet but the clock is ticking slowly to the end of my forty-three year relationship with my husband; forty-two years married. My usual panic wake-up call. Fear. I am watching my husband sleep in the…