Tag: my story

Weeks have passed since my life defining moment, the birth of the widow.  Time and I are building a road to the future and it grows longer by the day.  This road is starting to feel firm beneath my feet – I find myself walking back and forth on it as I lay new stones, […]

Canada Post has delivered more sympathy to my house recently than anything else, I got another card in the mail just yesterday – three and a half months after his passing. The card was lovely, the sentiment was sincere and the post mark was from half way around the world – the sorriness was probably […]