I ponder these questions in the darkness of my sleepless nights, not expecting any answers, but wondering, always, knowing I’m not alone in thinking these questions, and knowing, too, that any answers can take a lifetime~Where is Chuck? Is there an afterlife? How can I have believed so strongly in an afterlife of some sort, but, the…

Last night I had a beautiful dream.  We, my husband Don and I, were at my brother’ house in Massachusetts. My parents were there too, and my brother and his wife Jen were outside jumping on their brand new trampoline with their two kids, Brian and Jillian, and our daughter, Isabella. Jillian and Isabella were laughing as they were being twirled…

I met another widow. Well; scratch that: I learned a new friend of mine is a widow. She is someone I’ve seen around occasionally at parties, but finally connected with individually this past month or so. Her first husband was killed in an accident when they were very young; she had two babies at the time, one was two, the other only three months…

Parallel universes.  Time continuums.  Beyond the veil. Those places where energy, which exists ad-infinitum, possibly continues to exist even after death.  Where those we love who have died, might exist still. I think of all such possibilities in an effort to find a connection with Chuck, wondering if I might see him again. Someday. In some…

“Eight years ago today, Soaring Spirits was founded.  The idea for this organization was written on a napkin.Personal experience inspired each of our founding board members to agree to serve. We felt sure that hope mattered, that access to hope could change the lives of widowed men and women.Together we set about creating a space built for…

“When my husband goes, I’m not going to hang on to my grief. I’m celebrating the time I had with him and the memories. Each and every person deals with it in his or her way, but I don’t think my husband would want me to be sad and carry that burden. I told my husband if I go before him, re-marry with my blessing and don’t spend time…

This week, I am staying in Massachusetts at my parent’s house, I haven’t been here since December, when I was here for an entire month to help my mom through her cancer surgery / hysterectomy recovery (she is totally fine and clear now), so it’s been almost 5 months since I have seen my family. Since I was born and raised in small town…

This July 13th will be the 5-Year mark. 5 years since my beautiful husband Don, left for work, and never came home. 5 years since I got that terrible bone-chilling phone call that jarred me awake at 6:30 am, and changed my life forever. 5 years that I have been a widow. In addition to this being my fifth year of widowhood, it also brings with it…

So let’s get right to it. For the first 3.5 years after my beautiful husband died, the very idea of dating or “someone else” literally made me sick to my stomach. It made me feel physically ill, and I couldn’t even discuss it without having a slight panic attack. Around the beginning of year 4, there was a slight shift inside me, for no reason…