The Storm I’ve been through some terrifying storms in my lifetime. I imagine you have too. The first storm took place when my husband of forty years, Bill Rudberg, died from complications of Leukemia. I was shocked at how difficult the storm was. Harder than losing my father, my eighteen-year-old-best-friend, my stillborn baby, Carrie. I [...]
January January is a month of hope for a lot of people. It is for me. I am ready to take down the beautiful Christmas decorations, perhaps rearrange furniture in my living room, and do some deep cleaning. January is also a month of resolutions. We’re going to…..you name it. I regularly go [...]
Widows and widowers sometimes ask us, "How can you love someone as much as you loved the man/woman you made your vows with the first time?"
I enjoy marriage. I really enjoyed being married. My first marriage was by no means perfect. In fact, there were a lot of struggles in those forty years. Especially the first twenty. We found joy. In the latter half of our marriage, Bill and I found a better way to communicate. We climbed mountains, hiked [...]
Photo taken in Jerusalem April 6, 2012…… I just received shocking news from a man who was soon to be my husband. Instead of calling me to talk about our future together, to tell me he loved me, he said, “It’s over.” “What?” I asked, totally confused and slammed with the surprise news. [...]
This has been a different kind of week. Monday and Tuesday were normal, but after midnight Tuesday night, it changed. No food or liquids after midnight because I was scheduled for surgery Wednesday morning. Surgery? You might ask. Yes. I had a bunion removed and some repair to some toes. I won’t give too much [...]
After a day or so, we began to look at that accident as a miracle from God. Only the night before the accident, my husband installed a roll bar to protect the driver and passenger from serious injury if the car was overturned with its soft roadster top.
Hiking now brings back happy memories and time for contemplation. Most of the time I enjoy it, but I must confess, I’m happier when I reach the summit and not while I’m huffing and puffing up the trail.
That statement is true, dear friend who might be in the early stages of grief. The terrible times will ease. Your sorrow does abate. It doesn’t fully leave you, but that terrible grip of the sorrow begins to fade. It takes time, yes. But more than time, it takes work.
I've learned that to Wear My Peace in the good and bad times is better, though not always easy.
