I regularly reach out to widows and frequently write about widowhood, so it’s no surprise that I’m also approached by the widowed who are looking for answers and understanding.
Part of my mission in this life is to share my experiences and help those in similar circumstances learn their own courage.
So when a friend came to me with the horrible news that her friend had suddenly lost her young husband, it was no surprise that I was the one getting the message.
I wasn’t ready. I was high on enjoying a rare, quiet moment without my sons before a night out.
It became instant tears, anger, and sadness. Why must I be reminded while I’m trying to live a partially normal life?
Life works better when I own up to the odd turns of fate that brought me to this moment. Everything is more coherent under the lens of particularity.
It’s a weird thing to be a widower with children. It’s a weirder thing to be an unschooling father in those conditions.
I’m better off when I embrace the weird.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason