Widowhood is a club that no one wants to belong to. You’re welcomed with open arms and love and compassion, but we’d rather you didn’t join us.
I didn’t want to be a part of this club. I didn’t want to be a widow. It’s romanticized in movies and they tie everything up into a neat little package at the end of the movie where everyone is happy and grief is overcome, and life is grand.
That’s so much bullshit.
Real widowhood is full of pain and grief and loneliness. Real widowhood is having your world rocked to the core. Real widowhood is having the ground under you (so solid one moment) disappear. Real widowhood is feeling like you are completely alone.
And then, I met someone. I posted on one of the websites I found… that I was hurting and sad and in pain.
This man reached out to me.
He talked to me. We talked. We emailed. We texted. We became friends.
He sent me flowers on Valentines Day.
And then he did something incredible for me – he made sure I could go to Camp Widow.
He found his second chapter. They got married this past summer.. and I am SO happy for both of them. I love them both dearly. They are amazing awesome wonderful people who are incredibly suited to each other.
My life has been incredibly busy the past 6 months since Camp Widow. I went on a road trip, packed my house up, moved, helped my boyfriend get his kids back. Everything has been incredibly focussed on *my* life.
I haven’t been as good a friend as I would have liked to be these past 6 months. So I just wanted to say… publicly, how much I love and appreciate you Cory.
By being there for me at the beginning of this year…..by helping me get to Camp Widow… you changed my journey through widowhood and I wouldn’t be the person I am today without your support.
You and Beth are incredible together. I love watching your life unfold on Facebook… it brings joy and love to my heart.
Thank you, for being a part of my journey.