Tag: grief
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…and Sometimes It’s Just Not
Once we tend to believe things happen a certain way, we get so used to it that our expectations go on autopilot. This happened to me on Easter morning. I was missing my late husband as I was preparing dishes to go to a family dinner without him. The wish for him to be with…
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Birthday Hello from Roomba
My late husband’s birthday recently brought me some calls from loved ones who wanted to remember Jack with me that morning. As the day went on, it was bitter sweet. I was happy he was born, but I truly missed his physical presence and tried not to stay low with sadness. I quietly spoke to…
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Flavio “Possessed”
I have one of those robot vacuums, that I named Flavio for fun, and it has always intrigued me. How it bumps into every chair and table leg, changes course, and keeps going till somehow it finds its way back to the docking station to recharge. And it eventually vacuums the whole floor space even…
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Widows Surprised
There are times I find myself at a gathering where I meet other women who have recently lost their husbands, and I instantly feel connected to them. The first year after my husband passed, I actually avoided parties for fear my crying might involuntarily start, and it would be such a downer. My second year…
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Sharing One’s Beliefs
Having the courage to share my beliefs has never been something I could brag about. As someone who didn’t like upsetting people or having conflict with others, it was always easier for me to be quiet when I realized my beliefs were different from theirs. It was never important enough to take a chance at…
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Cherished Time
The older I get, the more I know in my heart that what matters most is the time we spend with those we love. I remember all the way back to when I met my husband-to-be. We couldn’t have been happier than to just spend time together. We were in college and often didn’t have…
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Our Wishbone Symbol
This morning I was cleaning out a drawer of my late husband’s desk and found a little red box I had given him a few years back. When I looked inside, I remembered what was in it. It was a small silver wishbone I had given him on our 50th anniversary. I told him that…
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12/12/’24
Three years ago today, my husband passed, and I couldn’t imagine living without him. Three years and a lot of tears later, and I’m still here. I still miss him and always will, but my journey was made so much easier by the signs and communications that appear to be from his spirit. In fact…
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Jack’s Spirit Chose “Our” Christmas Card This Year
One of the harder things a widow faces is learning to sign greeting cards as from just her. Buying a store-bought Christmas card is especially difficult for me since my late husband and I always made funny picture cards that usually reflected his naughty sense of humor. We always loved the responses in laughter and…
TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA 