Comments on: Lord, Take Me Home in the Springtime

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Thu, 20 Apr 2017 03:07:03 +0000

In reply to Sue Shoemaker. That's a valid point! I think I was thinking more about the grief after. Grieving in the spring when the days keep getting longer was easier for me than grieving in the long dark dead of winter. ❤️

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Thu, 20 Apr 2017 03:04:38 +0000

In reply to Dale and Sherie. They're up high enough for normal. It this is a very tall trailer. I will check into that, though. Thanks for the suggestion!!! ❤️

By: Dale and Sherie

Dale and Sherie — Wed, 19 Apr 2017 21:28:40 +0000

Won’t the power company come out to raise those wires if they are to low for safety standards, you may ant to check with them .

By: Sue Shoemaker

Sue Shoemaker — Wed, 19 Apr 2017 18:31:46 +0000

Living in Michigan, the winter can be brutal. I remember an older man saying many years ago how awful it would be to “survive” a Michigan winter and then to die in spring. Just another point of view.

By: sue

sue — Wed, 19 Apr 2017 16:11:22 +0000

In reply to Jill dolen. a great place for out-pourings, 24-7 is a widow-folk non-profit sponsored website started by a young widow in California. It's widowedvillage.com. Plenty of discussion groups to join based on age, type or year of loss, circumstnace of loss, etc. TONS of kindred spirits who know the ache of needing a place to 'get it out' even if at 4 am. Loose motto is "We get it". visit any time. It's carefully vetted and SAFE. Hugs to you, dear.

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Wed, 19 Apr 2017 12:48:06 +0000

In reply to Patti. Are you going to RMH in August? I'll be there! We'll see each other some time this summer!!!

By: Patti

Patti — Wed, 19 Apr 2017 12:18:37 +0000

Thank you for a little reminder of spring in the east, the smell of new growth, the scents of flowers everywhere and those wild spring storms. Hope to see you this summer.

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Wed, 19 Apr 2017 12:13:51 +0000

In reply to Jill dolen.

Never apologize for opening your heart, Miss Jill. It’s what makes us human. It’s what helps us heal. Tell your story to anyone who will listen. And, unless your children are under 10 years old, talk to them, too. You might be surprised. Just like it helps you to hear his name and remember him, it helps them as well. All these firsts are hard. I hated him for leaving me the first time I had to shovel out from a heavy snow! Holidays, birthdays, anniversaries. They will come and go and you will move forward. You can do this…so far you have survived 100% of the day’s he’s been gone. Thank you for opening up. God bless you on this beautiful spring day! ❤️

By: Jill dolen

Jill dolen — Wed, 19 Apr 2017 12:02:57 +0000

I laid my husband to rest last July on his birthday, but it was beautiful day and not to hot. I felt better knowing it was warm when we laid him to rest. The first big rain I panicked and wondered if he would be protected and that went until just recently, every snowfall every rain I panicked. I agree springtime is wonderful here in West Virginia. My lilac is blooming , the red bud and flowers. I cut things from the yard and take them to him. I think he would like them since they are from our yard and we both planted them. For winter I cut branches from the pines we planted and made a grave blanket. He is only half mile from me, I pass the cemetery every time I leave the house and can see him from the road. Sometimes it’s comforting and sometimes extremely hard to drive past. It hasn’t been a year yet and every holiday is terribly hard. Our children try so hard to make it easier on me they are in pain too. I thought warm weather would be easier on me getting out in the flower beds or mowing or just doing chores, but he is there too, a thousand memories in that yard everywhere I look. I started dating him when I was 15, he was 23 fresh back from Vietnam. I was so young people and family wasn’t happy but we were and it lasted till last July. This week would have the 46th anniversary of our first date. We did everything together, only apart during work. It’s the first time in my life I have lived alone. Hard to get used to, not sure I ever will. I only meant to write a few sentences but all this just poured out. I know you understand everything I have written. Can’t really talk to the kids don’t want to upset them. Thanks for all your articles you write I love them