My husband died from melanoma in 2012, when he was just 49 years old. He was sick for 5 months. His death, to me, was akin to a meteor shattering my world. It has been a hard road. I started this blog on Facebook as a way to update friends and family after Adam’s death, sort of a continuation of what had been happening on CaringBridge. It was a public page, and I was amazed by the number of people I didn’t know who were finding it and contributing their own experiences. That Facebook page is a bit more lively that its WordPress version, so if you’d like to be part of a discussion, check it out! The name is the same.
The other purpose of this blog is selfish: a place to vent, rant, sob, and generally show the ugly raw emotion I have experienced, particularly early in my grief. Not only is it good for my psyche to get this on paper, but apparently others have been relieved to find they aren’t the only ones.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for keeping up with me if you are a friend, and hugs and blessings to you if you have found this space because you are widowed. Please don’t be afraid to comment!