As a widowed community, we often lament about being disappointed by friends. Whether they think widowhood is contagious or that we’ve become man-eaters (and want their man), there is no shortage of reasons why once solid friendships dissolve. I know no doubt what I’m...
People have been dying from time immemorial, so you would think that at some point society would have concluded that it’s not okay to judge a widow for opening her heart to love again. No one goes through as much agony, guilt, pain, sadness and uncertainty quite like...
I am a card-carrying member of the same club. You know the one – the club none of us ever wanted to be part of. The club we were dragged into because of cancer, a drunk driver, a workplace accident or even suicide. Club membership comes with gossip, innuendoes,...
There is something unnatural about talking to your husband and then within hours, he’s dead. I became a widow with no warning other than my hubby just wasn’t feeling well. Not feeling well comes with an expectation that the person will get better. Not feeling well...
Today, I am angry. I’m angry because so many in the widowed community are told to “get over” it. To just “move on”…to “stop holding onto the past”. But there is so much that family, friends and society don’t see or refuse to see. Our loss didn’t end the day our...
