“Some of my best friends are widows,” sounds like a crass punchline, but it’s true. The things we share aren’t quite secrets, but they’re peculiar to those who have lost young spouses. Challenges, feelings, and strange wonderings that only single parents with grieving children can decode for one another. Rarified air indeed.
“So how do you know Jess?” casually asked at a social gathering. “I’ve got a dead wife and now I’m reminding you of her dead husband and yeah, sorry for killing the party.”
How do you get around that? You don’t. It’s there whether you want to be a “widower” tonight or not. Nope, can’t pretend to be normal, that would be a lie.
I’ve never been very good at “normal” anyway.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason