Musical Chairs: A Solo Ager's Story
In December 1970, I celebrated Christmas with my family, unaware of the loss that lay ahead. After losing my brother, parents, and husband, I now face the holidays alone as a "solo ager." While I enjoy holiday gatherings, returning to an empty home can feel like being the last one chosen in a game of Musical Chairs, isolated in my grief.
Finding Peace in a Small Town Cemetery
This summer in Santa Fe has been a beautiful escape for me after losing my family. I reconnected with friends, took some watercolor classes, and finally visited my brother's grave after many years. It was a touching moment that reminded me of the love and memories we share.
Precious Time
I recently created a simpler black-and-white version of the art representing "Precious Time," a phrase Bob used to describe moments before death. This time is crucial for saying what matters most, avoiding regrets, and ensuring we support one another through our grief. My own memories remind me of its significance.