There was a time that doesn’t seem all that far back when I wasn’t a widow.

No matter the strife, nothing changed the fact that my husband was my husband, and I was his wife.

We did all that husband-and-wife stuff together; mundane things like projects around the home and paying bills and such.

It was far too easy to take for granted that each day would be like the next.

He was a difficult person – a handful, as I often describe him – but we were comfortable in our roles with one another, and we knew each other better than anyone else.

I had lived for 31 years on this Earth before I knew him but those near-twelve years that we had together seemed like ten lifetimes.

I am coming right up on half that amount of time (six years) that he’s been gone, and I still feel like I lost someone whom I’d known all of my life.

Funny how that works.

I was used to doing things as a couple. I understood the value of communication and interacting in that communication as an actual partner with someone.

It was second nature.

Those things, those little things that life partners do, it’s amazing how much you may miss them when they are gone.

Going further back, even before I knew Bret, I wasn’t a widow then either.

When I wasn’t a widow, all I knew of adulthood was being a wife and mother. (Bret was not my first husband, and I had my firstborn at the age of 19.)

I have appreciated being able to find out who I am, after all, the person who I was pre-marriage(s) was just a teenager.

And teenagers don’t know much about being widowed.

Hell, I knew nothing about being a widow up until I was one.

Sometimes I try to think back to the day before he died, to try and recall if there were any clues, any signs as to the drastic way my world was about to change.

I don’t think there were any, but I think I will always be searching for the drastic exit of life as I knew it to the life of a widow.

I’m pretty settled into my new station now, and sometimes wonder if I could actually ever be fully domesticated again.

Widowhood has made me feel rather feral at times.


There was a time that doesn’t seem all that far back when I wasn’t a widow.

Sometimes, it all just seems like a movie I once watched, only I can’t ever watch it again.

The best I can do is write it all down and read it again from time to time.


And I will write new chapters as well.


Two chairs set up in preparation for the solar eclipse of 2017. Photo by me.


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Layla Beth Munk is a blogger & author who was thrust into this widowhood journey abruptly and tragically on February 11, 2018. Her husband of 12 years had ended his pain once and for all. She soon made the decision that she would not let his final decision define the rest of her life or their daughter’s life, so with her sense of humor at the helm, she started writing about her newfound station in life. Grief waves still get to her, and probably always will, but with the help of her fellow widows as well as friends and family, she has been able to realize her dream of becoming a published author! Layla is so grateful to Hope For Widows Foundation for providing this level of support to her, and so many others! Layla has two amazing children, one who is grown and one who is almost grown. She lives in eastern Oregon and has a wellness & beauty background. Layla enjoys writing poetry, watching anime, and homeschooling her daughter.

Her blog can be found at and her debut novella, 24 Hours in Vegas, is available on Amazon.