In a couple weeks, it will be the anniversary of the date when my friend’s husband died. It’s interesting timing in my life, because separation from loved ones, temporary and permanent, has (go figure) been on my mind a great deal.
Before he died, my friend had roughly 6 months of caring for herself and their children alone, because her husband was hospitalized. I won’t go into detail here, because it’s not pertinent to my post. What is pertinent, is that he was unable to be her partner, lover, co-parent, etc. He was medically incapacitated and she was forced to be her own partner, lover and a single mom.
During that time, she suffered a great deal with worry, fear, concern for her husband. She also suffered a great deal with the stress of suddenly being fully responsible for every aspect of the life they had built-alone. The kids suffered…
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