This was to be my first blog. It was lost. I found it. I have heard that good comes out of death. That baffled me. How could that be? My brother died from suicide. It was devastating to the family and his friends. A few years would go by until I realized my daughter’s birth was the good that resulted from his death. Almost a year to the day he died she was born. Her birth helped us heal, especially my mom. My parent’s death’s were sad and depressing with guilty feelings and regrets. Their deaths helped me financially, which I would give back to have them here.
When my husband died, I was lost, lonely and depressed. My daughter would call three or four times a day or be with me everyday. I was busy with three jobs to make ends meet and I was exhausted. Things were gradually getting better. Then the third year hit me hard, I needed to get out of the funk. I invited people I volunteered with at our churches food bank to Tuesday night dinner and who knew it would eventually be the Merry Widow’s. And a podcast!! Thank you John and Rachel!❤️. The good that resulted from my husband’s death.
I am truly blessed and grateful for this group of VERY SPECIAL WOMEN.
Would we want our husbands back? ABSOLUTELY!