I was widowed at 34 years old. My husband’s death was sudden and unexpected. I was left to care for 2 young boys who couldn’t comprehend that their dad was now gone. I spent a year in a complete fog. Looking back now, I don’t remember a lot from that year, except for feeling alone. Feeling like no one else understood what my “new” life was all about. Then I started looking for groups online for people like me and came across Hope for Widows. I read the posts daily from other women struggling with the same things I’ve found myself struggling with and realized very quickly that I’m not alone. There are women all over the world, at different stages of their lives, just trying to live one day at a time with this title that was forced upon us. I’ve witnessed people finding new love, exploring parts of the world by themselves, and learning how to live after death. That gives me hope that someday I will find the same thing. I know I’m stronger than I was 5 years ago and I’ve learned that I can do so much more than I ever thought I could. All because I have to live on,not only for my 2 boys, but for myself as well.
