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A few weeks ago, I temporarily moved a mile down the street to dog-sit Molly, while my son and his family went on vacation. I’m on a retreat, I realized, when I sat out on their back deck under the towering oak trees. I was surrounded by my daughter-in-law, Wendy’s vegetable plants…green peppers, tomatoes and herbs.  All thriving. Does [...]

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Nine years after my status in life changed from “married” to “widow”, I’m able to put my memories of Bill in my back pocket. I take them out at will without pain, and return them there without guilt, or fear of forgetting him. Safe now in the harbor of Heaven,  Bill remains for me…as God says of His own…”my [...]

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I was never her daughter-in-law; always her daugher-in-love. Last Sunday, ”mom” would have turned 98, had she lived that long. As it was, she died five years after her second born son…my husband. When she was told of Bill’s imminent death, she laid her head on the dining room table and cried, “Oh, why couldn’t it be me!” Within a few short [...]

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One of the side effects of losing a loved one, is the fear of suffering another loss. Some time after my husband’s death, the due date of my daughter and son-in-law’s baby approached.  My fears soared.  With the hospital located forty-five minutes away, what if they don’t make it there in time? Give birth in the backseat of their [...]

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The winter of my bed rest is past. (Running With Gerbils, May 1, 2010) Spring and summer have brought partial relapses of the nausea and fatigue, as I step out in trial and error. I’m learning how much I can do in a day and when to stop before I return to my here-to-fore busy [...]

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“I feel like I’m a gerbil on an exercise wheel, ” my friend Amy says as she stumbles through the first year after her husband’s death. “I’m not getting anywhere going forward, and I can’t go backwards. I’m gonna crash and burn if I try and get off!” I crashed and burned because I didn’t. [...]

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My oldest son is a trained counselor. For awhile, he practiced in this field. Now he has a different career. “I save all my therapy for you, mom,” he teases. A few nights ago, he allowed me to yammer on at length about my bouncing off the wall fears over the loss of my health [...]

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