It was 2 years last Friday, December 8th since my world came crashing down. This coming Saturday December 16th would have been our wedding anniversary.
December isn't a good month in so many ways for me. I not only lost my husband both his parents passed away in December. All three went suddenly. There is comfort in that at least.
Just thinking, I've no idea why we say we've lost someone, it always sounds like we've miss placed them. But I digress.
We talk a lot about being warriors. There are certainly times when what we go through and survive doesn't feel very warrior like. But I guess fighting on is exactly what being a warrior means.
None of us would willingly set out to join the sisterhood or brotherhood of widower or widowhood. But the one thing we do discover is, we are not alone in this battle to forge a new life as a 'me' instead of a 'we'. Yes, we are warriors fighting the biggest battle of many of our lives. We will win.
