Cowboy Bob Sorensen

by Cowboy Bob Sorensen  This is another article about my growth process as a widower, written in hopes that it will help others. It is not as direct about the grief process as others. Note that at the onset, I learned that everyone grieves in different ways, and that it is okay to do so in the first place. Similarly, we all have to grow and develop. Memories of and tributes to those we lost are good but we cannot stay in the past. Softball diamond from home plate, Unsplash / Cowboy Bob Sorensen People need to learn the value of remaining silent at appropriate times. (See " Peace, be Still! ") Strategic silence. The importance of this may dawn in people's minds in their forties, but even more so in their sixties. Blessed are those who learn it sooner. Consider when we establish our boundaries. When pushed on something, a simple, "That will not work for me," should be sufficient. Unfortunately, we tend to provide a litany of reasons why not. Those are actually inv...

by Cowboy Bob Sorensen Although this fits with my frequent dealing with bereavement theme, it also deals with psychological and even spiritual freedoms. Keep reading. You will thank me later. Some people equate clutter with filth, which is not necessarily the case. (Clutter with organic material that should have been thrown away, yes, that is filth and attracts crunchy bugs.) Some folks want their homes like museums where nothing is out of place. Many others accept a few things that are not put away. Then there is the out-of-sight clutter. Clutter, Pexels / Bingqian Li (enhanced) Aside from things we set down and walk away from, why do we have clutter? Carelessness for one. Also, being distracted; the phone rings while carrying something through the front door. Those are the immediate things and they can be put where they belong later. But there are sheds, basements, hobby rooms, and other places that are full of things that aren't exactly useful. It gets difficult to declutter. O...

by Cowboy Bob Sorensen  Before I get into the more thoughtful ponderings, here is something a mite humorous. I "inherited" from Charlene a George Foreman "Beyond" 7-in-1 grill. I do not think she used most of the functions aside from the air fryer. Me, neither, at first. It took 2-1/2 years for me to realize something. A supermarket sells fish portions in containers that can go in the oven. The grill has a bake function and has, plenty of room for the container. So, I baked it. Pizza in George Foreman Beyond, 7-in-1 Grill The next day, I tried a single-serving pizza (in which I lived up to the "abuser of food" part of my X profile ) and added some canned sauerkraut halfway through baking. Both items turned out fine. This means I don't have to turn on the big oven in warm weather for small stuff. In fact, I can put an oven-safe plate in there to heat things. I'm going to experiment. Mayhaps I'll try the "roast" setting... A spell back,...

by Cowboy Bob Sorensen  December 2 was the first snow accumulation for our area of New York state, with a range of accumulations. Some were a couple of inches, higher elevations got more. We had about five inches. When I went to work at seven in the A of M...nothing. I scoffed, as they were wrong many times before. When I came out at two PM, it was a challenge to get to the car in the parking lot. I flailed and landed on the snow-packed pavement on my right side. 6 AM December 3, less swelling but more color, photo by Cowboy Bob Sorensen It was tricky getting home, but I finally parked, walked to the entrance and climbed the nine stairs to my apartment. When I realized a few minutes later (getting out of wet clothes was a priority) that I had pain and swelling below the kneecap (it felt like burning), I sought help. No way was I going to try to get to urgent care in this weather, so I used a video service where I could talk to medical professionals on the cell phone. The nurse prac...

by Cowboy Bob Sorensen  As I wrote before , it has been two years since my wife suddenly died. My life-ending ideations are done. Someone mentioned I may have another twenty years to live (I turned sixty-six today), I dreaded it. Now I am going to stay on the trail. Something else to repeat is that Charlene would want me not only to continue to exist, but actually live . I still do some things in her honor. There are other aspects of my life that are changing but she is on my mind in new interests. On red trail at Shaupeneak Ridge, Unsplash / Cowboy Bob Sorensen There is an old Moody Blues tune called "My Song." Mike Pinder wrote it and it was, frankly (mind if I call you Frank?) silly. He wanted space aliens to come to Earth, helping us get straightened out. Well, the Creator did  come to Earth, and Jesus showed us the way... All this to say that one part of that song keeps coming back to me: "The change in these past years has made me see our world in many different wa...

by Cowboy Bob Sorensen  Today, Charlene has been gone for two years, but I think about her every day. Several times a day. Previous I mentioned that setting aside a day for memories does not work well because she is so frequently on my mind. But I can ponder my personal changes. Although I am alone with few friends and no family nearby, I hope that my thoughts and insights may be helpful to others. One again I want to emphasize that grief experiences are unique for each person. Indeed, each loss has a different response. Near center of walkway across Kingston-Rhinecliff Bridge, Unsplash / Cowboy Bob Sorensen Due to grief and other circumstances (still recovering from open-heart surgery), for a while I considered the Kingston-Rhinecliff Bridge as a jumping-off point. Those ideations are gone, and I recently walked on the bridge. Great day for pictures! The anniversary of her father's passing is September 19, the day before her own. Also, I had a recent cardiologist visit and i...