After my husband died, I felt like one of those spiraled shells washed upon the beach... Poke a straw through the twisting tunnel, around and around, and there is nothing there. No flesh. No life. Whatever lived there is dried… — Lynn Caine Copy Share Image
After my husband died, I felt like one of those spiraled shells washed upon the beach... Poke a straw through the twisting tunnel, around… — Lynn Caine Copy Share Image
It's wrenching enough to lose the man who is your lover, your companion, your best friend, the father of your children, without losing yourself… — Lynn Caine Copy Share Image
Widow" is a harsh and hurtful word. It comes from the Sanskrit and it means "empty." I have been empty too long. — Lynn Caine Copy Share Image
Since every death diminishes us a little, we grieve - not so much for the death as for ourselves. — Lynn Caine Copy Share Image
