When We Were Widows

by Annette Chavez Macias

Habits can either save you or kill you.

“No matter how old we get, we all need our mothers to take care of us again at some point. I would give anything to have my mama still with me.

yup

It was a superstition she believed in wholeheartedly, just like never putting your purse on the ground because you’d lose your money, or if you ate twelve grapes at midnight on New Year’s, then you’d have good luck for the next twelve months.

i mean.... yes.... as my brother says "i'm a little stitious" lol do people not believe these things?

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.