Becoming a widow gives you a new accessory, a scarlett letter. Mine isn't the letter S, it's the letterW. Everywhere I go I feel like all eyes are on me. They know, they feel bad and they don't know how to approach me. There is no right or wrong with other people's feelings.
I've had women jump out of their cars at school to give me a hug, other people haven't acknowleged it. It's all okay, everyone is coping in their own way.
The most common question I have been asked is, what can I do for you?.....my inner response has always been....bring back Jack.
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