by Wendy Widder | Dec 19, 2019 | Pain, Transitions
A troupe of builders was in and out of our house for much of this past fall. In the theater of our basement, they performed for a seven-week run—hammers, saws, and drills banging, humming, and buzzing in dissonant harmony, while a variety of radio stations blared out...
by Wendy Widder | Dec 12, 2019 | Christmas, Dad, Incarnation, Pain
Several years ago I took my parents on an expedition, at their request, to the cemetery where they will someday be buried. We stopped at the main building, found a map indicating the location of their plots, and drove to the site. I parked the car, and as they made...
by Wendy Widder | Nov 16, 2019 | Tributes
Tomorrow my friend Sarah will bury her husband, the first of my peer group to do so. And while she and I haven’t had much contact in the half-decade since I moved to a different state, Sarah will always be a special friend. When the devastating news of her loss...
by Wendy Widder | Oct 24, 2019 | Dad, Tributes
The face value of my dad’s gift was only one dollar and thirty-nine cents, hardly a fortune and barely even a gift. But it was a treasure from the man I have loved all my life to the man I will love for the rest of my life. The recipient of the one-dollar coin and the...
by Wendy Widder | May 20, 2019 | Tributes
Reposting today in memory of my friend Tim, who met Jesus last night, and shortly thereafter, I’m sure, was reunited with his dearly loved wife, Judy. The or iginal post was written in September 2015, and at the time, I was pretty sure I’d never see Tim again this...
by Wendy Widder | Dec 31, 2018 | Blessing, Christmas
A three-tiered platter filled with treats isn’t really designed for a two-person party, but we’re using it nonetheless this New Year’s Eve. It was supposed to be part of a new holiday tradition in our house, but things didn’t turn out that way. At least this year. One...
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