Unbelievable – it’s past two years, now.
Since?... My darling daughter, Short Stack, is 4 and a half. When she was 7 months, my husband was diagnosed with a stage 4 rare cancer with very limited treatment options. He fought for 22 months, and everything wore down. He died. That’s where I started counting.
Since then, it’s been a lot of bumps, a bunch of lows, and a long steady period of uphill.
I started dating around 16 months. Some crazy and fun experiences brought me back to who I really am, who I hadn’t been for a long, long time.
Now I live with Hunky Fiancé. Life is stable and quite good. I’m still picking up many, many pieces but I’m strong enough to do it.
Why blog now? There aren’t enough of these stories and people need to hear them. Young widows and widowers were my path to sanity, health, and a future. Every week I went to group, every day I spoke to a widow BFF on the phone. Now, writing may help me process and connecting allows me to give back what I got so much of.
And maybe someone is listening? Write me at supa.dupa.fresh AT gmail DOT com.