When We Were Widows

by Annette Chavez Macias

Everyone here is on a different grief journey, and that means the things that take us out of our grief are all important, whether they last a few minutes or even an entire day. We cannot compare our grief or even our happiness with anyone else’s. We all have our own road to travel, okay?”

Sometimes we have to do things we’ve never done in order to grow. Because when you stop growing, you die.”

Grief, I’d learned, didn’t have a finish line. It was an endless journey. Some days the path was easy, and other days you’d be running perfectly fine and then, out of nowhere, you’d stumble, and the pain would come roaring back as if your loss had just happened.