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Whispers of a Widow
Grief is grief regardless of who (or what) we grieve. It is gut wrenching and relentless. It is exhausting and
demanding. Grief changes us. Grief makes poets of us all.
I have always enjoyed writing, but words didn't always flow freely. But then, one day, my beloved husband died
suddenly, and just as suddenly, my whole world changed. Now, when I'm all alone and the house is still, words
pour forth like tears. I wake up and there are tears and words. I go to sleep and there are tears and words. I stare
out the window, and there are tears and words. We who grieve are in this together. We understand. So, for my
fellow grievers who have tears but no words, feel free to borrow mine. For my fellow grievers who have tears but
no faith, feel free to borrow mine. For my fellow grievers who have tears but no hope, feel free to borrow
mine. And in sharing this devastating pause, may we find the strength to move forward together, one step at a
time.
At my husband's funeral, a wise friend pulled me aside and said, "You get a pass this year. Don't do anything you
don't want to do." It was the only advice that stuck. And so, I did exactly that. This year I cried, I wrote, and I
prayed. Seems what I wanted to do was fairly simple and didn't cost a dime. And so, I give you, my readers and
fellow grievers, the same advice. Who knows where you will be next year. Who knows what your grief may
produce. And from these poems and musings, I pray you find healing. I pray you find peace. I pray you find
rest. And at the end of this horrible journey called grief, I pray you find joy.
demanding. Grief changes us. Grief makes poets of us all.
I have always enjoyed writing, but words didn't always flow freely. But then, one day, my beloved husband died
suddenly, and just as suddenly, my whole world changed. Now, when I'm all alone and the house is still, words
pour forth like tears. I wake up and there are tears and words. I go to sleep and there are tears and words. I stare
out the window, and there are tears and words. We who grieve are in this together. We understand. So, for my
fellow grievers who have tears but no words, feel free to borrow mine. For my fellow grievers who have tears but
no faith, feel free to borrow mine. For my fellow grievers who have tears but no hope, feel free to borrow
mine. And in sharing this devastating pause, may we find the strength to move forward together, one step at a
time.
At my husband's funeral, a wise friend pulled me aside and said, "You get a pass this year. Don't do anything you
don't want to do." It was the only advice that stuck. And so, I did exactly that. This year I cried, I wrote, and I
prayed. Seems what I wanted to do was fairly simple and didn't cost a dime. And so, I give you, my readers and
fellow grievers, the same advice. Who knows where you will be next year. Who knows what your grief may
produce. And from these poems and musings, I pray you find healing. I pray you find peace. I pray you find
rest. And at the end of this horrible journey called grief, I pray you find joy.
69 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 12, 2024
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