• Who Holds My Hand?

    By Sandi Elzinga – August 4th, 1961. My husband of but a few moments holds my hand as we walk up the aisle. Grinning. The white-ribboned pews are filled with relatives and friends. Members of my church...

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  • 5 Months…but who’s counting…

    Here we are, in the tropics of Alaska, also known as Barrow. When we were packing for this trip, I told Dave, “Honey, you need to take a jacket or sweater.” He barely glanced my direction. “Oh...

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losing a husband