Living is a whole new adventure when you suddenly find yourself alone, widowed and the mother of four young boys a lot like their Dad.
Sorry Doesn’t Help-Grief Part IV
It's almost always the first thing people say when I tell them I lost my husband. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” “Thank you" I say and try to move on because I don’t want to wallow in the sorry.
Thank You For Praying
Ever heard the phrase, “You don’t know me, but I’ve been praying for you.” I’ve heard that so many times recently. And I know it’s true that people have been. I’ve felt the prayers, all of them. They’ve carried me.
Thank You for Driving
I didn’t yet understand why I had such an odd, even familiar feeling as I sat in the front passenger seat with my kids in the back.
