My husband is gone. Not gone like he stepped out to pick up some milk at the grocery store. Not gone like working the night shift. Not gone like on a fishing trip with his buddies. Not even gone ...
You’d think that the worst part of becoming a widow is, well, the obvious: losing your husband. If and when you actually become one, though, you are forced to learn that the physical loss of the man you exchanged ...
It finally happened. I'd read about it in some widow groups that I'm a member of, but had never personally experienced it myself. I've even had the audacity to think to myself, "Wow, these women know some really insensitive people!" ...