Peace is being at home, snacking from the pantry — no butler, no housekeeper, no chef, no porter, no night guard — wallowing in my grief that I’ve carried with me at least since my ten-year old girlfriend died when we were in fifth grade together 52 years ago.
This is where my life story I thought I had all figured out ends and my new life story begins. Welcome to being a widow at 35 with 6 boys; 9, 5, 4, 3, 1, and 4 months.
Blessed beyond belief, to be able to take my circumstances and instead of being mad at the world, be so wholeheartedly thankful for each and every moment that I’m alive instead.
Mortality News 