Monday, January 9, 2017

The Battle to Get to Today

I remember being at the very beginning of widowhood and just wishing that I could be two or three or even more years in, hoping that time would pass quickly so I wouldn't hurt so badly anymore.

Now that it's been three years since Jeff died, I look back and almost sigh with relief, not because I'm happy that he's been gone for so long, but mainly because I'm relieved to have made it this far and I'm doing relatively well.

Most days, I genuinely am happy, but it definitely took a lot of work to get where I am today.  There have been a lot of lessons learned, tears cried, pain endured, and plenty of turmoil.  But there has also been a lot of lessons learned, lots of laughter, an enormous amount of love, and friendships made and nourished.  There has been a lot of living, good and bad, in these last three years since he's been gone.

I, as well as many other widow's out there, am a testament to the light at the end of the tunnel.  You might stumble along, trip and fall, bump into things and get bruised, but as long as you keep walking towards something, keep working to get there, you will eventually get there.  You may have some scars but those scars are just reminders of the battle you've fought to be where you are today.

We must keep fighting brave widow warriors.  Every day can be a battle, but as long as we keep fighting, we will eventually win the war.

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