My late husband, Jeff, loved holidays. He was a sentimental person hidden within a sometimes gruff exterior, and his sweet side was never more evident than on special occasions. He celebrated Valentine’s Day, birthdays, and Thanksgiving with reverence, making each day meaningful with unique traditions, sumptuous meals he’d made from…
My late husband, Jeff, grew up in a family of seven kids. The oldest and youngest were girls, with five boys in between. Jeff was right in the middle, which, he liked to explain with a laugh, made him the most well-adjusted. While all the kids were close, Jeff’s best…
When my late husband, Jeff, was diagnosed with ALS in the fall of 2018, I’d heard of the disease only peripherally. Like many, I’d completed the Ice Bucket Challenge in 2014 without an inkling that someday this disease would affect someone I loved. Swept up in the momentum…
Yesterday was my wedding anniversary, the fifth one I have spent without my late husband, Jeff, who died of ALS in 2020. Jeff Sarnacki’s daughter, Makelle, holds her daughter while enjoying a show at Walt Disney World’s Magic Kingdom in October 2025. (Photo by Juliet Taylor) In the…
Autumn has a very specific feeling where I live on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. Right now, the daylight is getting shorter, the temperature is more brisk, and the lush greens of summer have given way to more muted hues as leaves get ready to change color and fall from…
While my late husband, Jeff, was living with ALS, a close family member was diagnosed with colon cancer and required immediate surgery. Fortunately, the cancer had been caught early, and the surgery was successful in eliminating it without complications. The unexpected cancer diagnosis meant that we now had a…
Often I do some of my deepest thinking when I’m alone in the car. I regularly drive 35 minutes to ride my horse, and I like to spend that time in silence. That’s when I think about people to contact or items on my to-do list for the week ahead.
I remember the first caregiving task that I completed for my late husband, Jeff, after he was diagnosed with ALS in the fall of 2018. His symptoms had started with a foot drop, and by the time of his diagnosis, his right foot had become paralyzed. It became my…
After the loss of my beloved dog Rudder when he was 12 years old, a close friend observed with concern that she hadn’t seen me cry. It was true, I hadn’t shed any tears publicly, and even privately I sat with my grief quietly and alone. Rudder had gotten me…
It was seven years ago this summer that I unwittingly and unwillingly became a part of the ALS community when my late husband, Jeff, began exhibiting foot drop and slurred speech, symptoms that were worrisome enough for us to seek medical answers. His relatively quick diagnosis of ALS that…
