A year goes out to sea

It is the one year mark. No, it’s not a birthday, it is an anniversary of someone, more than a memory, faded from life and pulled out by the tide of loss, of a distant heavenly home. No, not a celebration except in the personal way survival marks a person. I have survived thus far

Letting it Slip into the Sea

Surviving Christmas

Whew! Who knew widowhood would be so tough? It is sneaky and likes to set traps and snark attacks when you least expect it. I had gotten a small fiberoptic tree, lightly decorated it, with gnomes, had been doing Christmas shopping throughout the year, was prepared to try some holiday baking, then BAM, and it