A thousand years ago
I remember a conversation Nick and I had, not all that long after we got married, when I said that I wasn't sure if we got married a...
Seven Years Later
FEBRUARY 13, 2016; 11:10 PM: I sit in semi-darkness, the light from the darkness illuminating his face. Tonight I am afraid to sleep,...
Fifty Years Later...
50. That’s what today should be. Well, maybe not “should.” But his father died at 86, his mother at 93. Why was his life over at 81? We...
Musings on Grief
(I'm not sure when I wrote this, but I know it was during the pandemic lockdown of 2020.) I was listening to Here Comes the Sun the other...
Here Comes the Sun, COVID-19, and Grief.
I was listening to Here Comes the Sun the other day, and I thought of how it relates not just to the dawning of a new day, but to...
The Shoe Box
From the time I got married, two things lived on the shelf in the hall closet: the wedding album from Nick's first marriage, to Lydia...
Time Passages
One year ago today, I began my new life in Florida, Two years ago today, I didn't know Linda was my sister. Three years ago today, we...
Another September; a Different Season
September again, the third without him. In my old normal, I would have been planning for our semi-annual trip to Lancaster; the Autumn...
The day before...
I was cleaning up the random documents on my laptop the other day, and, based on the first line of this entry, I saved it in my Religious...
4/10/34 - 2/14/16
4/10/34 – 2/14/16 That was the entire Facebook post I made at 7:12 that morning. It was a few hours after his death. Lisa had driven...
