I Packed up Memories & Took them with Me

18 years ago today my late husband, Glenn and I said “I do.” I never met anyone like Glenn before. He loved me from the start and never got tired of the chase. He actually went to the same coffee shop every day for three years trying to meet me. My then teenage son worked there so I would visit often. I remember Glenn and used to watch him from afar. I knew he wanted to meet me but for whatever dumb reason I had at the time I resisted. It wasn’t until my BFF and I were in Europe on a whirlwind vacation three years later, where she told me she thought it was time for me to settle down and get married. I had been a single mom…
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So, you walk on through the dark

Hope, Love
The first fall/winter when I was widowed was rough for me. The shock had worn off and I was miserable. I hadn’t really learned about grief yet and what that was all about. This was before I knew that grieving was a journey, not a destination, nor a time. Those first few months I would spend hours in my home starring at the walls like a zombie. Then one day I stumbled upon a saying by the Canadian Singer/Poet, Leonard Cohen. “There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” I was speechless, I could feel the meaning to my core and remember breaking down in tears. I must have cried for at least an hour. My sweet dog, Hannah came running to my side to comfort…
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Dreams, Love, Memories, Widow
About four months after my husband’s sudden and unexpected passing he came to me in a dream to let me know why he had died before his time. The dream began as if it was any other day. Glenn and I were in his truck driving on Mulholland Drive in Los Angeles. Mulholland is a famous road atop the city with amazing views as it curves around large corners. It stretches from Malibu to downtown Los Angeles. You’d probably recognize it from car commercials on TV. We were riding along as if Glenn was alive and well. I had no idea he was dead at this point. It felt and seemed so real. I was happy at that moment to be with Glenn again. Suddenly I noticed that he was…
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Holidays, Love, Memories, Widow
Tomorrow will be a holiday in the USA, Labor Day. It’s also the last unofficial weekend of summer. I remember the first Labor Day and last with my late husband, Glenn. The first Labor Day we were newbies. We had been dating about 6 weeks at that time. It was on Labor Day that I turned the corner with Glenn and knew he was worth keeping. Glenn had a friend who lived on the beach in Malibu and invited us to spend the day. Since this was private property dogs were allowed on the beach so my dog, Scout came along. The fact that Glenn included my dog was a big win in my eyes. I was really starting to like this guy, I thought as we headed north on…
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