My Widow's Journey

After losing my husband of 30 years, my world shifted in ways I never imagined. The life we built together, the dreams we shared, and the quiet everyday moments we treasured are now held gently in memory. In the midst of deep loss, I have found that creating with a purpose is part of my moving forward through this journey — one day at a time.

My Widow's Journey is where I share those moments honestly — the hard days, the hopeful days, and the quiet reminders that joy still finds its way back. It is a space for remembering, for healing, and for celebrating a life and love that will always be part of me.

Ricky and Tracy

Ricky supported my dreams wholeheartedly and was always finding ways to help me grow and believe in what I was building. He encouraged me to open this shop, to share my handmade creations, and to send little pieces of home and heart out across the country. I finally did it, Rick… and I carry your love with me in every box I send. 🤍

My Widow’s Journey

Take the Picture....

Take the Picture....

Take the picture. 📸 What may feel so small or trivial in the moment often becomes one of life’s most precious treasures. This memory takes me back to a date...

Take the Picture....

Take the picture. 📸 What may feel so small or trivial in the moment often becomes one of life’s most precious treasures. This memory takes me back to a date...

Fifty Days.....

Fifty Days.....

50 days. Fifty days since you were called to your heavenly home. You were my love, my partner in life, the one God so perfectly hand-picked for me. Now, instead...

Fifty Days.....

50 days. Fifty days since you were called to your heavenly home. You were my love, my partner in life, the one God so perfectly hand-picked for me. Now, instead...

The Firsts are always the hardest,....

The Firsts are always the hardest,....

The firsts are always the hardest. Last night was the first time we gathered around our long “Walton” family table without you. 💔 Your empty chair was a heartfelt reminder...

The Firsts are always the hardest,....

The firsts are always the hardest. Last night was the first time we gathered around our long “Walton” family table without you. 💔 Your empty chair was a heartfelt reminder...

One Month....

One Month....

One Month. 8.19.25 marks one month since you went to your heavenly home. I share this not for sympathy, but to record my journey—learning to navigate life without my loving...

One Month....

One Month. 8.19.25 marks one month since you went to your heavenly home. I share this not for sympathy, but to record my journey—learning to navigate life without my loving...

Happy 1st Birthday in Heaven, my love.

Happy 1st Birthday in Heaven, my love.

Happy 1st Birthday in Heaven, my love. Two weeks ago, I kissed you goodbye—never imagining it would be the last time I’d see your handsome face on this side of eternity....

Happy 1st Birthday in Heaven, my love.

Happy 1st Birthday in Heaven, my love. Two weeks ago, I kissed you goodbye—never imagining it would be the last time I’d see your handsome face on this side of eternity....

Signs from the Heavens

Signs from the Heavens

Signs from the Heavens My husband was a guy who was always looking at the weather—it was just part of his DNA. Long before weather apps lived on our phones,...

Signs from the Heavens

Signs from the Heavens My husband was a guy who was always looking at the weather—it was just part of his DNA. Long before weather apps lived on our phones,...