![]() In 2012, I decided to try my hand at fiction. Published in 2011, I have shared my story with many grief organizations and the book continues to offer hope to others. Hoping my grief story would help others, I reread my journal entries and began writing my memoir, Twenty-Eight Snow Angels: A Widow’s Story of Love, Loss and Renewal. With support and a lot of grief work, I carried the loving memories of my husband with me as a new life evolved. The end of the party, I was already looking forward to my next birthday!Īfton, MN, United States Widowed in 2000, I struggled to make sense of my life. With peanuts stuffed in our pockets, we lined up to play Pin the Tale on the Donkey. After my mother gave directions for the next game we all scrambled around the house searching for hidden peanuts behind doors, under furniture and in bookcases. ![]() The child who got the most clothespins in receivedĪ small prize. Each child had a chance to kneel on a dining room chair and drop clothespins in the glass milk bottle. Off our plates, my mother and aunt set up the games. As soon as the last few crumbs of chocolate cake disappeared ![]() Colorful balloons dangled from the dining room light fixture whileĬousins and neighborhood friends gathered around the round oak table covered TheĬake was always delicious, a special treat normally reserved for Sundays and Money was tight when I was a child, but my mother alwaysįound a way to plan a party with homemade layer cake, candles and games. ![]()
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