Tag: widow
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When You Look for Love
This past Valentine’s Day I was afraid I’d have a really bad day missing my husband. It was my second Valentine’s Day since he passed, and the first one, after sharing fifty-four others, was very hard. While I was at the grocery store the day before, I saw all the Valentine bouquets on display and…
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My Glass-Half-Full Dream
I’ve been reading a lot of inspirational books recently as a way of lessening my grief. I do feel I’m turning the corner and have started focusing more on the positive instead of my loss. Yesterday I read that we should celebrate that our loved ones have successfully completed their lifetimes… that their physical end…
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Tuning Back In
Yes, grieving the loss of a life-long partner is all-consuming for a while, but eventually we do get through the metamorphosis of the new me and the new normal and emerge. I am finally beginning to do that. As those of you who have lost a significant loved one know, it sure isn’t easy. I…
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Channeling His Spirit
The other day, I was talking to my friend about connecting with my late husband, and she suggested doing something like a free-writing. She said to invite his energy to answer a question and just allow the answer to “come through me.” I wasn’t sure how I’d discern the difference between what I thought was…
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“Measurably” Around Me
This Christmas I received and EMF Tester as a fun gift. Now I have always heard about electromagnetic radiation exposure being a health concern. And I have also read that loved ones cross over into a state of energy that consists of elevated frequencies… and/or they may be able to affect those energy fields. Needless…
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A True Christmas Gift
Yesterday I had the most wonderful afternoon with my 12-year-old grandson, and it had been a while since I was that “high on happy.” You know how that feels when your heart feels so full? I had given him money for Christmas and offered to take him shopping to spend it as soon as he…
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Legacy Wall
A few days ago, I took two large framed favorites down from a wall in my husband’s den. They were Buc souvenirs that my grandsons would love to have. I felt giving them to the boys was a way I could bring joy to them and to Jack’s spirit. Unfortunately, something psychological hit me so…