When she died, her husband was so grief stricken that in his pain he destroyed all her recipes. It was not til later he realized her recipes were part of her legacy.

In my own life experience, I have felt that there were those times I was facing an ending. It was so overwhelming I was not sure that tomorrow would ever feel the warmth and joy again. Miraculously, I discovered a newness of living that was not on my radar screen. I began again in a newness of living life as it opened up new vistas.

One morning the faint sounds of crooning came from behind me. I stopped my bike to follow the sound. Under the bridge I saw her holding in her arms a man, rocking him as if singing a lullaby. As I approached, her eyes were filled with tears with grief...

Loss comes in many faces. As aging advances there is a sense of loss which occurs to the one aging and to those who watch the process. Observing the process opens up a valuable resource of discovering the grace and wisdom unfolding in the acceptance of diminishing capacity in the transition of life.

The most significant event was the day I decided to redo our bedroom about nine months after my husband’s death. I was finally ready to let go of the fact that it was no longer our bedroom but it was now mine.