NOW WIDOWED

Widow, what a strange word! I can’t tell you how many people have said to me, “You need to find a new word to describe who you are”. Who I am? Does the word widow describe who we are or is the hand that we have been dealt?

I searched the web, of course, and came up with some interesting definitions for widow as a noun:

Writing through my grief

 

On Oct 3rd 2011 at 2:33pm I was told that my baby was dead.  I was 35 weeks pregnant when I got the horrible news no mother ever wants to hear. Your baby no longer has a heartbeat.  Then the news got worse, you have to deliver her.  I had spent 8 months preparing for her arrival and suddenly it was happening.  Just not the way I had planned it.

Art Guides Children and Parents Through Grief - "Dancing with Midwives" Expresses One Woman's Grieving Process After the Loss of a Child

Author Ann Faison‘s understanding of grief began with her own grieving process after giving birth to her still-born child. She is trained as a visual artist, a musician, and a healer, so her healing process naturally leads to a focus … Continue reading

ROADWAY HILLSIDE MEMORIAL CROSSES

  
 As I drive down this desolate road, one more time, I see an all too familiar and re-occurring site. It is almost dark, it is cold and raining and I instantly know what it is. There it is, a silouette in the distance, merging closer, yet closer. There it stands now, very still. I see it clearly, so barren, so self explanatory, so lifeless. The "vision" says it all.
  
Again, I know all too well what I must do as I start to pray.

On the Death of a Brother - Seamus Heaney's "Mid-Term Break" is raw, real

Seamus Heaney was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1995 for his poetry, and it is no wonder why; his works have their own beauty and rhythm to them that gives them a kind of musical quality. One of … Continue reading

Understanding Grief is Another Expression of Love

Ken sat on the couch across from me, smiled and exclaimed, “I stopped it!  The uncontrollable crying.  I stopped it!”  

Just the week prior I had been at a loss as the 59 year old self-avowed “Momma’s boy” cried with an overpowering despair.   He had been completely inconsolable over the death of his 82 year old mother. 

Maurice Hilliard Passes Away: Thank You Coach For Investing In Me

I just found out that one of my former coaches died. His name was Maurice Hilliard. He was currently serving as the athletic chaplain at Pepperdine University. He was an amazing man. I know he touched hundreds, even thousands of lives as a coach, friend, and mentor. I wanted to take a minute to say "thank you coach" for his investment into my life.