A Widow Faces Some “Firsts”

My beloved husband, Les, died on June 25, 2020. I was too numb on the Fourth of July to even realize it was a “first” holiday. The flag from his military service at Ft. Logan National Cemetery lay abandoned on the bedroom hutch; the boom, boom, booms did not reach my ears. By our 72nd […]

It Seems Like Forever

It seems like forever since my last post about winning a nice award for Abidance: A Memoir of Love and Inevitability. It was such an exciting time for Les and me. And it has been eighteen months. It was August of 2019. We have all been through a lot since then. We can barely recognize […]

Are You an Orphan?

Are your parents gone? Do you feel like an orphan? A Birthday Mourning A birthday morning— an ocean shore, far from home whitecaps blend into the mist above driftwood lies gray upon the sand relics of places distant, days of yore A birthday morning— my first as an orphan, the woman who bore me gone […]

Transition to Cancer Survivor

This morning I read an excellent post on the transition from patient to survivor (http://quivervoice.wordpress.com/2014/08/07/picking-up-the-pieces). How do we go about our lives during/after a bout with cancer? Nancy's post prompted me to review what I wrote in Fine Black Lines and I'd like to share that with you. Be sure to read Nancy first! "Several years later, thinking […]

Thinking of Your Mom?

As you and I wait for the FREE Kindle book download for The Last Violet: Mourning My Mother, Moving Beyond Regret, on May 7 and 8, I'd like to share two other excerpts from that book: http://www.loishjelmstad.com/can-you-visit-your-childhood-home http://www.loishjelmstad.com/you-can-run-but-can-you-hide I wrote the first part of The Last Violet while my mother lay dying in home-hospice. It was a very […]

Mother’s Day Sadness

For the past eighteen years, I have felt especially sad on Mother's Day.  Don't get me wrong – my husband and family were wonderful, provided beautiful flowers, poignant cards, a book of exquisite poems by Ted Kooser, a precious little stuffed animal, and took me out to dinner. I loved it. All of the love and fun, however, […]