Seasons

Life, like grief, has its own set of seasons. We must all eventually face them head on, in our own time and at our own pace. No matter what our loss, we must learn how to endure and survive our seasons in order to live fully again. I lost my husband of forty-one years to sarcoidosis. I found my comfort in writing, a skill he had encouraged me to develop after I retired from teaching. After two years, I turned the 800 pages I had journaled into my fifth book, Seasons. I selected my best passages and organized them into four sections: summer, winter, autumn, and spring, recounting his illness, his death, and the year that followed. This is the true story of my journey through my own seasons of grief. If you've lost a loved one, especially a spouse, you might gain some insight from my journey.