When I was widowed, I couldn't stop thinking I was doing it wrong. But all we really have to do is to stop judging our own grieving.
To be widow is to be a shape shifter. We move through different phases redefining ourselves after our loss.
My quarantine resolution: to reconcile with gratitude. Otherwise, it’s too hard to live with someone this bitter.
I found love and learned not settle when I was 55 at one of the saddest points since my husband died. Don’t give up hope.
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