This is a page dedicated to my journey through the devastating loss of my husband. I am a 29-year-old widow, not something I ever imagined having to say. I will be utilizing this page to explore the new life that has been thrust upon me with equal parts sadness, frustration, fear, hope, and dark humor.
I’m about to admit something that I have a very hard time saying out loud. Are you ready? When my husband died, along with the shock of loss, came a sense of relief. That’s right folks, I said it. When my husband died, a part of me was relieved. You see, our life together was … More The relief within grief