After my wife passed away, the world felt unbearably quiet. She loved gardening more than anything: roses, daisies, tomatoes, even the stubborn little herbs that never cooperated. We used to tend them together on Saturday mornings, coffee cups in hand,…
My wife of 53 years passed away in November 2022. Not only did I grieve, but I also went into depression. On top of that, I have PTSD from serving in Vietnam. It was a tough time for me.…
I’m a widower. A father to two girls who lost their mom over a year and a half ago. A husband who lost his bride and helpmate. I’ve been allowed to walk through some really heavy, but undeniably rich…
I was 30 years old when my wife, Lyndsie, went home to Heaven after a 10-year battle with cancer, leaving me with two young kids. I walked out of that Emergency Room on August 28, 2015 without her, wondering…