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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Widowhead, Bullets Over Broadway, John Pastore, and A Gift of Love

Since writing and publishing A Gift of Love, I get mail, mail from all over the world from readers asking questions, lots of questions, about widowhood. A newly-widowed woman wrote and asked for advice saying what should I know about being widowed? And a friend of a newly-widowed woman asked what words can I say to my newly-widowed girlfriend?

Here are three things to remember:

1. Being newly-widowed is like being green--all the time. And like Kermit the Frog crooning, "It's not easy being green," it is a reminder that mourning the death of a loved one never gets easy. With time, it just gets less hard. How much time? Well, there is no clock, no calendar, no magic wristwatch saying when a widow is done grieving. Grief is unique as a thumb print--no two alike.

2. Being newly-widowed means never wanting to hear words saying get over it, already; you're young, you'll meet someone new, or he/she would want you to find a new love. For a man or woman just buried a spouse, these words will sting like acid on raw flesh. Best advice to friends, family and co-workers seeking words of wisdom to say to their newly-widowed friend, keep your mouth shut. Think bobble head in back of car in front of you when stopped at traffic light. Nod and make like a cornfield--be an ear. Allow your friend to vent. Just listen.

3. Being newly-widowed means mending a broken heart. Grief is not a contest. Dear reader when searching for words of comfort for your newly-widowed friend, it is wise to refrain from saying another person grief is worse. It is a humbling hobbling experience to bury a spouse. Be supportive, give words of encouragement and hope, and validate the newly-widowed as he/she cycles through his/her grief process. 

That's it for today's blog post. 

See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Author of A Gift of Love

P.S. to Vincent Pastore starring in Bullets Over Broadway:

Remember me? Uncle Frankie's daughter? Aunt Angie's neice? I played with your sister, Sarah. Call me. I'd love to snap a few photos and do your interview. Please? 

Something to smile about:

"Always be yourself, unless you can be a pirate. Then always be a pirate."--off a Facebook post.

Something to think about:

"Things change, and not in the way you expect (or want)." --Nicole Gelina

Something I snapped a photo of:

Mother Goose sitting on a clutch of eggs with Father Goose standing guard.

Did you know Canadian Geese mate for life?

Linda Della Donna is the author of A Gift of Love.

Monday, April 14, 2014

A Day in the Life of a Widow/Writer: Yesterday, Z and H, A Gift of Love, and Woody Allen

Life is change. Embrace change.
--something i tell myself every day.

My mailbag is filling up. Since writing A Gift of Love, people from all over the world write to me. They say they like my book. They ask questions.

If there was a Top Ten List of questions that I am asked since writing A Gift of Love, here is #10:

What is a typical day like in the life of a writer/widow?

The ANSWER is:

Since burying Ed and writing and publishing, A Gift of Love, there is no such thing as a typical day in my life. Every day is different. Every day is special. Especially to me. This much I will say, I live it to its fullest best as I can, every day.

Today, with sun shining brightly out my window and memory of one happy blessed weekend fresh in my brain, I share my Yesterday.

I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed living it. And yes, most definitely, I am grateful.

See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
author of A Gift of Love
"...And sometime when I wasn't looking, I got a new life."

Human Tip:

Love yourself.

P.S. to Woody Allen:

Hey Woody, was that you on the steps in back of the St. James Theatre watching previews of "Bullets Over Broadway" the other night. Call me. I'd love to do an interview.


Yesterday I made a date with Z for lunch. Z is my three-year old grand daughter. I said, Z, would you like to go to The Little Spot for a hot dog?

Z said, "YES!"

Yesterday I picked up Z. I drove Little Red. Little Red is my other car. Little Red sat in a garage all winter waiting for a sunny day to go for a drive. I buckled Z in a seat belt, and off we went.

The Little Spot
They say, *whoever they are*, live where you like to play. They need to add to that quote, live where you like to eat, because in addition to my liking to play with grand daughter Z, I like to eat at The Little Spot. The Little Spot is a fun place for kids and grownups. It serves the best chili hot dog.

At The Little Spot, there is always a table for two with a view.
After lunch, I dropped Z back at her home. It was H's turn to go for a drive. H is my grand son.

H said DaDee, I want to play golf.

So I buckled H in a seatbelt and headed north, up route 684, to Red Rooster.

H said DaDee, don't worry. I will teach you how.

Here are a few photographs of our special outing.

H + Z + H + ME = Happiness

That was my yesterday, just another day in the life of this widow/writer.

Now, I've gotta run. Because today is tomorrow's yesterday. And I got a lot of living to do.

Yes, I am grateful!

Linda Della Donna is the author of A Gift of Love. She is a freelance writer, photographer, grief coach and hosts workshops on journaling, and the craft of writing.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Virginia Road Elementary School: Special Person Day

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood." --Mr. Rogers

In the neighborhood where I live, there is gray sky and a sprinkling of rain. More rain is predicted. But it doesn't matter. Not to me, anyway. Because from where I sit typing this blog post, the sun is shining brightly, if only on me.

Here is the reason.

Today is Special Person Day at Virginia Road Elementary School. Virginia Road is where grandson, H, attends kindergarten. Today is the special day specially set aside for honoring the special person in a kindergartener's life.

And guess what?

Grandson H, chose ME to be his "Special Person."

This is the entrance to Virginia Road School. It has a view of the parking lot. In 1980, I looked out this same door. It was same day I visited grandson's dad's kindergarten class.

Yes, it felt weird. The door seemed so  much larger back then.

Special sign-in sheets for Special Persons

I showed my Driver's License to Security, signed my name, and was directed to H's classroom.

All the Special People waiting to sign their name.

Hall Art on "Main" Street.

H's work. Yes, I am proud!

Of course this caught my eye.
Can you guess why?

Special People are served a special breakfast:
Bagels, croissants, cinnamon muffins, coffee, tea, 
and orange juice. Yum!

 Happiness is H smiling proudly.
H says DaDee, "Will you take a picture of me
with my lunchbox?"
"But of course."

It's storytime. Special Persons are treated to a

This is Kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Lewis.
Mrs. Lewis is patient, kind, and loving. She makes me wish to be a kid again.
I now know why H says, "DaDee, I love school!"

Hunter says, "DaDee, can I take your picture with Mrs. Lewis?"
"But of course."

I will cherish the memory of today forever. Posting it to BookOrBust on the internet insures H will, too.

See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Special Person

Today's Writing Quote:

"That's all folks!" --Porky Pig

Linda Della Donna is author of A Gift of Love. She is a freelance writer and photographer. She wrote A Gift of Love to fulfill a promise.