I lost my husband on August 4, 2022. We were married for 22 years, and I'm not really sure who I am without him in my life. I'm no longer an us.
So many things hit me all at once from finances to cooking for one. I've never lived alone. I went from my parent's home to college roommates, to my first husband, kids, and then Mark.
I'm not sure what my future is going to look like. I'm not sure about anything really. I just know that I have to keep moving forward. Hopefully, I'll do it with some grace and dignity but knowing myself so well, I somehow doubt it. But move forward I will.
I'm having to take this journey, I didn't choose it, but life rarely asks permission.
I'm hoping to have some company along the way!