5 Years - 9 months

It is nearing the six-year death anniversary. Recently I started a blog as a means to organize my earlier journal entries. For a period, my only question was how to stop the pain. There were times I thought I was crazy and the only proof I had otherwise was a handful of other young widows that felt the same way. I finally reached a point where I worried how long past the traditional mourning deadline the grief would last.

Blogging my journal reminds me of how much I have healed. My continued friendship with widows refreshes my soul, as they are my true confidantes. Grief has been a non-linear journey that no longer overwhelms me yet has become a part of who I am. I hope others find in my blog the reassurances I received from that diversified group of young widows that met when our grief was visceral.

6 Years, 9 months

There have been so many changes in my life trending negatively. Always in the background is wishing for you. You to hold me, you to tell me it will be alright, you to help me make decisions, you, who would have never let these things happen to me, to us.