We are all Soldiers Marching in this New Army. We did not get excited and go into our Local Recruiting office to enlist. We did not ask for this! We were chosen for this army. We are soldiers in this army. Some of us have been in this army fighting, marching, leading, crying, grieving, carrying the weight of the world, hiding our pain from the world for over 20 years. Some of us, like me only 3 years. We are an army of one! We are army strong!! Yes, we are grieving, yes it is hard, yes it makes life hard to live, yes it makes some of us want to turn in our combat boots and our army gear.
Yes, it makes some of us want to place ourselves on the front so that we can see our Husband’s face again. We are in this army unprepared for that phone call, for that sickness, for that tragic accident, for that last breath. No one gave us a Widow handbook when we said, “I Do” We did not receive any basic training, we did not graduate from boot camp, and get all of the tools we would need to fight this battle. We were thrown into this army. We are an army of one. We all have been enlisted in this military to battle widowhood and when we March this journey and deal with our own issues and we begin to cope with our new reality. We all fight this battle differently. Some of us fight this battle by crying each and every day not knowing how to deal. Some of is like me have constant communication with a therapist, and had to walk away from full time employment due to post traumatic stress disorder. I do not have a Purple Heart, but a broken heart. Some of us move on and find new soldiers who can understand our pain and try to start a new life and forget the pain of the past. We all carry different stripes and heal in our on way. No matter where you are just remember we are all in this Army together and when one of us hurts we all hurt because we are an army of one. So lean of your sister when you need a shoulder to lean on. We are in this Battle together. We are an Army of One!