I awoke that first morning with a start.  Sitting straight up in bed, I threw the quilt off my body and reached over on my left side.  Empty and cold, the sheet slippery with emptiness, I remembered.  My husband died yesterday.  I was alone in our bed.  This time yesterday, he had slept soundly … [Read more...]

In the early 80’s, Betty Rollins, wrote and published a book called: FIRST YOU CRY.  Instantly a bestseller, I like millions of readers, purchased and read this fine piece of work. I like many others, paged through its contents never imagining that one day, they, me, would be living from the same … [Read more...]

For many reasons, I chose to have a private interment for my husband. My main focus was protecting our son from a “public burial.” A short service led by our beloved pastor took place. Then we all touched the coffin and went home. Many years later, as I tell this story, I know this was a good … [Read more...]

On our last trip to Florida in the Spring of 1998…I share these memories with you. All of the what ifs we think about…are normal and real to us all. ______________ Sitting on a windy beach John and I leaned against each other, and I suggested, “Why don’t we just stay here and wait to see what … [Read more...]

This memory is still clear in my mind and heart because it was the beginning of the end of our family’s way of life.  My husband, my child’s father…was going to die. I remember being relieved as I watched the sunrise.  The golden glow of the upcoming sun not only warmed my tired, cold, soul but … [Read more...]