A widows has several choices to make from the day that she is told, or faces the day that she is no longer the wife of but the late wife of. Her choices starts at that moment she is faced with too many decision’s and everyone wants to share their opinions, and their thoughts on what should or should not take place. As widows we have a choice, we have a voice, we have a right to make our choices, we have the final say so. It does not matter if we were married one day, one year, or ten years. We are the widows we carry the pain in our hearts forever. We make the choices when to plan the funeral, we make the choices of the final resting place, we make the choices. We make the choices because we made the choice on that day and said, for better or worse; through sickness and health; richer and poorer; until death due us part. We make the choices of which bills will be paid, what we can afford to keep when we become a widow. Others want to offer their opinion on what needs to take place and nothing else. We are the widows we make the choice of when to clean off his night stand. We are the widows we make the choice of when to put or wedding rings away. We are the widows we make the choice of when to clean out his closet, and when to pack his things and give them away. We are the widows we deal with the pain that is hidden and the world will never be able to see or feel the pain because we have to keep living for our children, for ourselves. We are the widows we make the choice on how to continue living what makes us happy; if that means dating two months later, if it means marrying again, or if it means learning to cope through writing, or going to the Therapy for healing. We are the Widows and we make the choices on how to move forward on our journey. We are Widows we make the choices that are best for us and our family. Most days the choices we make are filled with emotions and rivers of tears. Always remember not to make any choices or decisions quickly take time to gather all of your thoughts because we have to live with all of the choice we make
About Jamie Foster
Jamie Foster resides in Daphne, Alabama with her daughter and two grand puppies. On January 10, 2019 at 10:30 p.m. her life was shattered as the man that God kept for her suffered a heart attack in his sleep. A fairytale that began so beautifully just three years prior ended in tragedy. She made a statement two years before she started dating Rev. Kenneth Foster, as he preached a sermon at her church. She said to a friend, “I am going to marry Rev. Foster one day, and make him a very good wife”. Two years later, after about 4 dinner dates, Kenneth told her; that God showed him that she was his wife. They married a few months later on November 28, 2015. In three years, they lived out their wedding vows richer, poorer, sickness, health, and till death do us part.
She never imagined that she could feel so much pain in her entire body!! The love of her life the man she prayed for is now gone. She immediately began to question everything she knew, everything she believed in.
After Kenneth’s death, she had nothing else to hold on to but the Faith that they talked about, the Faith that he preached about. The road is a difficult one, but she pushes forward. On this journey, she has come in contact with women all over the world who share the same grief and the same pain that she does. She started to find comfort and joy in knowing that others understood her heartache and pain.
In 2021, she left her full-time job to focus on her Mental Health. She became the CEO of Foster & Foster H.R. Solutions, an Independent Insurance Agent, a blogger of Foundation of Truths, a Motivational Speaker, and she is penning the pages to a book that is long overdue.
Jamie always knew that her gift, was her powerful voice and she is walking in her purpose. It is to help encourage, motivate, inspire, and lift up all of her fellow sisters as we are all on this journey together. She lives each day no matter how hard, by the words of Jeremiah 29:11 “I know the plans he has for me”.
I lost my husband of 43 years to the Corona virus. I’m lost without him.
He went into the hospital with trouble breathing, and his journey out of the hospital was to the funeral home.
His first Dr told me that he was strong… that his organs were healthy except for his lungs and he was sure he was going to make it through this sickness. Three Days after the second Dr saw him, his liver was shutting down and the next day, his kidneys. I can’t help to think that the second Dr didn’t have his best interest at hand. He was rude and heartless with our grown children and me. His reviews were bad for people over 50.
I got my husband’s medical records. I want to see if this Dr did right for my husband or if he used him as an example.
I miss him so much. We did everything together and now I’m alone. Sometimes I feel like I can’t make it without him. There’s just so much he did for me that he didn’t want me to worry about.
We met when I was 13 years old and he was 15. He is the love of my life