Exploring the Many Rooms of Life After Loss
As I have spent time in the many rooms of widowhood, I have realized something I didn’t understand in the beginning. I never really leave these rooms behind. I continue to enter them, sometimes without even realizing it.
Room of Tomorrow: The Rooms I Have Yet to Enter Read Post »
Gratitude was not a room of widowhood I expected to enter. In the early days after my husband died, my heart was filled with grief. I missed him every moment of every day, and it was difficult to imagine feeling thankful for much of anything.
Room of Gratitude: Thankful for What We Had Read Post »
There is one room of widowhood that no one else sees. It is the room I enter each night when I get ready for bed and leave each morning when I begin a new day.
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The room of memories is one I visit every day, often without even realizing it. Sometimes a memory comes because of something I see or hear. Other times, it simply appears, reminding me that the years my husband and I shared will always be part of me.
Room of Memories: Carrying Him with Me Read Post »
We never sat down and decided who would be responsible for each part of our life together. It just happened over the years.
Room of Shared Responsibilities: Carrying It Alone Read Post »