Creating a Place to Comfort Grief

About a year and a half before my husband died, we had moved to a farmhouse on a tree farm with twenty-seven isolated acres. It felt like an adventure to be experiencing nature in a new way with coyote, wild turkeys, fox, families of deer, and other creatures roaming just outside the door. There were barns, and streams, and paths through the woods. Then Bill died and I was living in this wilderness by myself.

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