You don’t know this Me.
A lot has happened since I was last here.
I became a Widow.
I embrace the term now, 32 months later.
Initially the term “Widow” conjured loss, pain, emptiness…I shied away from it like I would pull away from a burning flame, worried that if I looked directly at it, I would be consumed and lose my Self entirely, nothing left but ashes and cinder.
Now, the term “Widow” is one I wear proudly, a hard-earned badge of honor.
Yes, Widow is loss and pain.
But additionally…
Widow is Strength.
Widow is Power.
Widow is Vows honored and fulfilled.
Widow is Survivor.
Widow is Loved.
Widow is Independent.
Widow is Filled with memories of a life well lived.
Widow is Wisdom.
Widow is Aligned priorities.
Widow is Brave.
I was proud to be my husband’s wife.
I am *as* proud to be my husband’s Widow.
A Half Hour a Day 
I was so surprised to see this blog post pop up in my email. I know as much of your story as you have chosen to share on Facebook, and as much as I am unable to even begin to put myself in your shoes, I have quietly followed your transition and I admire how brave you are.
It feels almost serendipitous that you’ve started to blog again. I too have dipped my toes back in. Wrote my first post in 7 years today. My life as well is quite different from how it was the last time I blogged, and I’m feeling that desire to have the blogging community back in my life.
So happy to see you here!!! 💗💗💗
Happy you’re here too!
I’m so sorry for your loss 😦
Thank you. Glad to see you back. 💗