Last Christmas was my “first” without Charlie. I felt the void of my husband’s absence—an ache deep in my soul that could not be denied. My family wouldn’t be sharing a meal till later that evening, so overwhelmed, I laid down to seek the solace of sleep. At one of the most heart-wrenching moments of my journey, I cried…
This morning I acknowledge the tug of war within. Part of me wants to move forward, stepping into all I believe God has for my future. At the same time, another part of me holds back. On April 13, 2018, The man I was married to for 38 years died in his sleep. He was just 61. It’s been…
If Charlie were still here, September first would have found us celebrating our thirty-eighth wedding anniversary. Needless to say, it was a rough weekend. I hear the first holiday or special celebration is the worst. All I know is I’m not sure from one moment to the next how I will feel or what I will need to face. The…
