I never thought I would be here. I certainly never wanted to be here. And yet, here I am. I found myself sitting in a row of widows during a church service at Christmas, and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I appreciated these women reaching out to me, welcoming me and inviting me to sit with them, since I had no one else to sit with. But I didn’t want to be one of them (as awful as that sounds.) They were all at least 20 years older than I am. What am I doing sitting with a group of widows? Continue reading “A Year On”