Our Perfect Union

The Sandbox Writing Challenge-Exercise 8

If it’s Tuesday it must be The Sandbox Writing Challenge time! Thank you so much to everyone who participated last week. There were some terrific posts. You guys are all PONDERERS!

This week’s writing challenge is a little more thought provoking. We all have our ideas about it, but after reading this prompt I realized mine were actually pretty vague — if I have any ideas about it at all! And yet it’s there in the back of my mind because I can definitely tell when I violate my own ideals! Can’t wait to see what you do with it.

So tell us, would you please, what is YOUR idea of…

As always, remember to include a link to this post on YOUR blog post. Or if your response isn’t overly long, feel free to leave it in the comment section below. If you would like to play with us and see the previous prompts, they’re listed in the menu at the top of the blog in The Sandbox Writing Challenge.But please feel free to just jump in wherever we are at the moment! After all the prompts are really for YOU to get to know YOURSELF! So put your thinking caps on and have fun!!!


Perfect: entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings

Perfection: the state or quality of being or becoming perfect.

My idea of perfection, or lack there of…….Mine and Jims relationship. It was, in fact, perfectly imperfect.

We came together as 2 individually broken people. From that first day on the boat together in May 2002, the brokenness that brought us together began the infusion that would eventually turn the we we were, into an US. We came together and shared our strengths and weaknesses, our flaws, our mistakes. We loved each other hard and we loved and accepted each other not only in spite of our imperfections, but because of them.

Whenever an EHarmony commercial would come on tv, we’d laugh, knowing full well if we had filled out their compatibility questionnaire we would never have been matched.

I was Blessed with 14 + years of an imperfectly perfect relationship with my perfectly imperfect man……………….together in our hearts we were and in my heart…Still ‘Perfection’.


A Widow’s Birthday

Today is my 55th Birthday. My second without Jim. I’ll be spending part of my day with my daughter and her family. Tonight, I’ll celebrate my own way. A widow’s way. I’ll read over the Happy Birthday Notes Jim left me over the years…seeing his handwriting and reading his words, I can still feel his unending love.

There will be no more letters, no more notes

written by his hand.

No more love letters or drawn hearts

being left for me by my man.

Instead, I ceremoniously

reread his every word.

Crying my tears

While my memory serves….

…it serves as a reminder

of the love we share.

It’s not death do us part

’cause I still feel him near.

For now it’s in dreams

and the signs that he leaves me

In my memories and my heart

Our love will sustain me.


My Memories Became Dreams…My Dreams Became Memories…..He Misses Me….

As a widow, holding on to my memories is paramount to my healing…helping to make this journey as positive one as I can muster under the circumstances.

Jims visits in my dreams don’t come often, so when he he does decide to make an appearance I feel incredibly Blessed. He paid me a visit last night……

My Memories Became Dreams..My Dreams Became Memories…

You came to me in

a dream last night…

It’s been a while

since I saw there….

You were sitting at the table

Real as could be….


it all became clear.

No words were spoken.

They weren’t needed,

for I could ‘read’ it all in your eyes.

They ‘said’,

“I AM Always With You,

I WILL Always Love You,

and I know you’re not surprised….”

Upon my lips,

You placed a gentle lingering kiss…

Leading me to KNOW



Fanning My Widow’s Inner Flame 🔥

Welcome back to The Sandbox Writing Challenge-Exercise 7! This week’s challenge MAY be an easy one for you, but maybe NOT! We’ve already touched on what makes us unique, but now we’d like to know what it is about you or that you do that makes you stand out from those around you? It’s hard for some of us to give ourselves the kudos we truly deserve, so here’s your chance to do just that. (And we all LOVE you, so go for it with gusto!) Don’t hold back now!


Now tell us, please, what makes you…





Without looking back at my first go round with the SBWC..I believe it’s a pretty safe bet that part of my answer to this prompt was my bubbly personality and positive outlook on life were what made me shine..right down to the rose-colored glasses….


That was then….This is now.


This time things are different. I’m different. My rose-colored glasses aren’t as rosy as they used to be, and though I still wear them, his death definitely has blurred how I look through those glasses now.


One of the reasons I feel I shone so brightly was Jim and the life we shared together. When he died, part of my spark, my inner light went Poof… and died with him. But, even when a fire is extinguished, some embers still remain. With the whisper of a breathe, a new spark can be ignited….that whisper is our continued Love, a Love that continues to live and burn in my heart.


As a Phoenix will arise from the ashes, Our Love and Hope is what pours forth from within me…..I feel the need, strongly, to fan that flame and keep the fire burning……..I feel deep within that this is part of my calling. I have this burning desire to help others find some hope while struggling to find their own foothold on this journey of loss we’re on…..from the ashes of pain, hope glows like embers and reignites my Spirit so I Can continue to SHINE….


So, while I will wear those rose colored glasses, I’ve given myself permission to harden’ just a bit…..while I accept this journey of mine, the passivity I’ve chosen to treat Jims death with needed to be addressed…. sooooooo this is me giving the finger to death and sporting my BadAss Widow Shirt….when I decide to Shine, I SHINE!!!




Celebrating Him ..Happy Birthday in Heaven Babe ❤

Today would have been my Jims 67th Birthday. Today also marks 495 days since he gained his wings…..I’m choosing to celebrate my man ❤🥂

Happy Birthday in Heaven….

I Miss you Husband

My Beloved Best Friend..

Your smile, your laugh

Your love that transcends…

Today is your birthday

And we are apart..

I draw strength from our love though

And when the tears start…..

I’ll cry my river..

While deep within my soul..

I feel you with me

And for a little while,

I’ll pretend, I am whole.


Our life together

Has been made up of moments.

In those early moments

I, You, Me

Quickly turned into an Us.

We Are One.

Together, we have built

A foundation of Love.

A Love strong enough

To hold us together

Through Eternity.

You are my Sanctuary.

My Foundation.

My Support.

My Soul.

You Are the Peanut Butter

To My Jelly………..on Squishy Wonder Bread

©Linda Fedroff

I. Miss. You. Husband.

I Choose to Celebrate You instead of Grieve.

I Feel You With Me….ALWAYS