Widowed after 39 years, my 3 grown children and their families are a six hour drive away from me in South Africa, an overnight flight to Mallorca, Spain, or a two day flight to San Francisco - I essentially live alone but for the devoted companionship of a small dog and the desultory affection of 3 cats. The fact that my husband is dead is stunning to me. This blog is an effort to make those steps towards a goal of what could be called contentment; some will be great strides, some will be baby steps, some are awkwardly backwards or downright stationary. I have discovered much about myself; widowhood is a place of digging deep.
I write to come to terms with what I was and what I am now. I write in honour of an energetic and honest man who made things happen, I write in honour of the devoted care and consideration given freely to me by my strong and rational children. I write to find a reason and a passion; I write to restore my life and in the process, touch the lives of others in the great sisterhood of women who have lost their partner.
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