We have known here in the family room a pain so deep, a grief so wide, that except for sobs we’ve simply sat in silence. Not so last night.
He was king with numerous opportunities to rule well during his eight-year reign. But he had not.
I need only a few words, a few giant words, a few giant words repeated often, to help restart and rekindle my joy in living.
A twice-broken heart, dreams dashed, one cup where there used to be two, where to go, what now?
As purposeful as weeping is to the one grieving the loss of a loved one, so needful are the thorns on the rose blooming in the garden.
Storms of sadness break, painful memories are suddenly recalled, flashbacks are triggered with little warning. What to do?
Husbands? We have one job. One. To have an imPACTful marriage.
No one likes to wait. It's estimated that the average person will spend six months of their life waiting for the red light to turn green.
On the eve of the day to celebrate romance and love, we headed home. We had reached the end of our journey.
The U.S. Conference of Mayors and Comcast Corporation Announce New $1.5 Million Grant Awards Program
KeyBank partners with local agency to help eligible families and individuals file for the Earned Income Tax Credit
I think for 200 years or more many of us may have been doing love all wrong.
One foot was on the dock, her other foot on the gunnel of our little sailboat pram that was departing in the gentle breeze. Time to decide.
Yesterday, just over 10 months after having lost my wife of 50 years to cancer, I designed our granite companion grave marker.
Tomorrow will be my second Grief Share class to help me deal with the loss of my wife just 10 months ago. She was substance, not shininess.
Do you have a ‘it-wasn’t-supposed-to-end-like-this’ story? Sure you do. We all do.
“The most awesome, powerful responsibility in the world lies in the hand that picks up this phone.”
The joy I had of being married to my dearest treasure on all this earth who prepared me, because of who she was, for the joy yet to be had.
Where do you go when your heart is overwhelmed, when faced with decisions looming like an insurmountable mountain in front of you?
If you are quiet, treading softly – not blinded by tears, nor slashing angrily with your walking stick - what you may discover in the woods.
Does she remember what it was like to be in love? To be held, to laugh, to simply sit in wonder together as the snow softly falls?
On the reservation desk stood a bouquet of yellow roses and white baby’s breath, stunningly beautiful in a vase tied with yellow ribbon.
Has the Beetle really been around since the dinosaurs? As long as humans have walked this earth, trustworthiness has been questioned.
A parable regarding what, better yet who, we value, as in priceless.
In Celebration of MLK Jr. Day, Comcast Launches an hour-long special about the Black Experience Available to Xfinity Customers in Lakewood
As her days on earth grew short, there was nothing better he knew she loved than to read their favorite love story.
"Some days we travel this journey with our wounds showing."
Tens of thousands of people promised to flip a virtual coin and obey whatever the coin told them to do.
Are we doomed to live out our lives as if going in circles, no purpose, no passion, no love?
Family-Owned Expertise in Roofing and Gutter and Downspout Specialization
He was smiling now - a whimsical, playfully quaint, and fanciful smile – as he recalled their memories there on the old leather couch.
To the ocean we went, its vastness, its pounding surf, its formidable power very much needed to quiet our soul. She was dying from cancer.
Blinded by tears brought on by rejection, abandonment, and even death in the very real world in which we live, how to find our way home?
Fairy-tale-like, we began blissfully, but the ‘happily-ever-after’ part we no longer get to write together.
This will be the first Christmas, after 50 of them, without my wife.
It's tradition that if one blows a dandelion’s seeds with one breath, a wish will be granted. But it's Christmas and they are not in season.
Expert Tips for Tree and Landscape Maintenance to Weather the Winter Safely
This is a familiar path, an old path, one he has walked so many mornings before.
A life unlived is like a house unfurnished - without laughter, and love, and loss.
Grief has a way – as perhaps no other way - for uniting those who have lost the treasure of their lives. But there's more. So much more.