Facebook showed me a picture of Willow and baby Dejah from 12 years ago, and I missed Will all over again. Then I looked around this house that Carol Jean and I built, and my eyes filled with tears, and I missed her, too, all over again. Losing Willow was a gut punch, and losing Cj two years later put me down for the count. I was heartbroken and lonely but mostly numb.
Then I went to church, and then a year and a half later I met Mary there, and the healing started that continues to this day.
God lifted me in my grief and showed me joy has not vanished from the earth. I found oases in my desolation and a life to rebuild.
Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.
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