Category: Rose’s Sunday Stories

2.8.26 The gentle sound of a steady rain woke me up this morning. A very welcome sound. As I lay in bed thinking about what the day ahead had in store for me, I listened to the soft rain and felt thankful for it. “It’s finally raining, dearest,” I said as I gently touched the… Continue reading The Old Hat

1.18.26 The other morning, I woke up in tears. As I lay there feeling the dampness on my cheek and pillow, I asked myself how I could go on. Reaching for the light switch and my glasses, the first thing that came into focus was the picture of my dearest that sits on my bedside… Continue reading Grateful Not Grudgeful.

12.28.25 Christmas was a very tearful one this year. I knew it would be. Those dear folks I know who have lost their life partners themselves, told me so. They told me the “firsts” were the worst. First Thanksgiving, first Christmas, first birthday etcetera, etcetera. I thought I was prepared, but I was not. The… Continue reading The Empty Plate

12.7.25 There is a steady rain falling this morning as I find myself wide awake a little after four o’clock. Behind the clouds the moon shines brightly, casting a ghostly illumination over everything. Despite the power being off, there is enough light for me to make my way into the living room where I kindle… Continue reading The Widow’s Touch.

11.16.25 Yesterday was the Condon Fall Festival Bazaar, an event Darrell and I have been going to for years, usually the first Christmas bazaar of the season for us. I almost did not go despite having booked two tables. Instead, I wanted to just stay home where I felt safe. Where I could be a… Continue reading One Step Forward

11.8.25 There is a beautiful sky out there this morning. Tinges of pink and peach herald another fine day. My first cup of tea is on the brew, a fire crackling away in the old wood cooker and Bonnie contentedly curled up on her blanket in the living room. As I look over at the… Continue reading Turning of the Page

10.26.25 Many years ago, I would dread Sunday afternoons for that was when Darrell would ready his work van for another long week away from me and our farm here in Monument. It was a necessary thing. Keeping his electrical contracting business going in Bend was what brought in the majority of the income that… Continue reading We’ll Never Say Goodbye

9.21.25 Last week, in the wee hours of the morning, I was suddenly awoken to not so much a wild party going on in my chest, but something more akin to an old-fashioned bar room brawl! As I lay there wide awake and more than a tad concerned, my mind began deciphering these feelings wondering… Continue reading Of Pirates and Pacers.

8.31.25 I am feeling a tad lazy this morning as I sit here with my first cup of tea of the day by my side. Glancing out the window, the sky has that look just before dawn that signals it will be a hot one today. There is a greenish tinge to what normally would… Continue reading A Special Day.

8.10.25 The past few mornings there has been a definite tang in the air. That certain smell and feeling such as one gets on an early morning in autumn. A couple of days ago I mentioned to Darrell that it felt like autumn had arrived and he agreed but also added summer wasn’t over yet!… Continue reading Que Sera, Sera.