Our farm was named Sunny Mary Meadow in memory of Mary Fiedler. It thrives in honor of Josh Fiedler.

When I first met my late husband, it was about 18 months since since his mom had passed away. Around the 2 year mark, I noticed a shift in him. He would get upset about anything related to her, and had unrealistic expectations of traditions he insisted we kept alive in order to maintain her memory. I didn't understand it. I didn't see how it was possible to "be fine" and then suddenly seem to start grieving.

I now know, through my own experience, that grief doesn't have a timeline and it isn't linear. We worked through it together, and I finally understood that the progress of our relationship and talking about someday having children was bittersweet for him. He couldn't help thinking about the fact that his mom never got to be a Grand ...