Last updated 11/23/2013 at 5:58pm
It was Christmas Eve, last year. How I dreaded its arrival! I knew I shouldn't feel that way-but inside my little house the silence had become unbearable. My only company was the TV and most shows weren't the kind that held my interest long.
I had my daily Bible reading and my prayers. I often talked to God during the day, and there was comfort in that. I tried not to think about the past, but when the Christmas season arrived, I couldn't help thinking about the past-about happier times.
I thought about last spring when my Ted went to be with his Creator. Ours had been a good marriage. Wha...