That’s how I am getting through. How WE are getting through. She is likely to be drinking the beer and me a glass of wine, but we share the same tears and a lot of the same fears as we clink our glasses.
“She” is my sister Robin. “She” just lost her husband. “She” is now a widow.
I don’t get that title…as I wasn’t married. And I also was separated at the time. “I lost my kids’ father”, I am not a widow. What I do get is what she is and will be going through. Our living situations were different, our relationships were different, the family dynamic different. I believe our pain will be the same.
It just breaks me to know what’s in store for her. I am planning on blogging much more on this…but that’s it for now. I’m raising my glass while wiping our tears.