Our life together was like a dream. A very good dream.

Grief Tour 2024 resumed this week, heading to Maine.

Water, in both its frozen and liquid states, has been a constant in our lives.

In the off-season, the lifeguard towers are empty. They stand like silent sentinels over a quiet coastline.

I’m feeling particularly grateful right now. It’s a nice feeling as the weekend rolls around.

I gently placed the tonearm on the vinyl, enjoying the moment quite a bit

Looking back over my daily notes, it’s another consistent week of general happiness.

Over the last decades, we’ve been on a steady trajectory of increasing contentment.

I can make or fix almost anything. I learned this all from my dad, and I’m grateful.

I wonder what crosses my friends’ minds when they see or think of me?

The silence in our empty house can be overwhelming.

We’ve all been sick in bed, and our partner brought us a cool beverage to hydrate or warm soup to nourish us.

Waves come in sets until they don’t. Some waves are small, and some are big. Some are Tsunamis.

Some of our very favorite memories revolve around the shared experience of enjoying a meal together and with others.

I love my wedding ring. It reminds me how lucky I am.

I’m not happy being The Widower. I understandably can be quite sad at times, but it is the minority of days (I’m counting)

Grief tour 2024 went to the East Coast this past week.

I relish that glass of wine while cooking and with my meal. The problem with living alone...

To pizza or not to pizza was the cliffhanger.

The source of today's lament is Beth’s 62nd birthday on 7/20.