Hi, a big hello from my heart to yours. I want to say that I am happy you found me AND sorry you found me. Because that means you are living through the death of your partner (or close to someone that is) I promise you, we are going to be okay. Now, read that last sentence again and again. And believe it.
When my husband died, I frantically wrote pages and pages of moments, memories, notes, reminders, stories in new notebooks, pretty composition books, scrap pieces of paper and in the note section on my phone. I was not about to let anything go that I could remember and hold onto about my husband. I felt if I were to forget something about him, a story or something we did, then I would be forgetting him, and I did not want that.
While trying to get our lives back to some kind of new normal, I had many people reach out along the way for me to offer help, guidance, advice or to share what I had been through for someone they knew that was newly in the smoke filled, never ending tunnel that was the entrance to Widowlife. I decided to try and get my thoughts somewhat together so I would be able to help those going through this same tragedy and for them to see a tiny little glimmer of hope in the close distance.
Thank you for reading my book. And let me know who you are and let’s say our spouses’ names, laugh about them, be mad at them and say what we miss and love about them. Then let’s get real about the majority of what our days are really like for us as we try to raise happy, healthy children and pay for our botox. And new workout clothes. And coffee. And be able to see the sun rays again. XOXO
