Today, I’m thankful for my life. See, four years ago, I almost bled to death.
There are widows out there who feel like they have to live for their late spouse. Worse, are the family and friends who think, promote, and encourage this.
I’m no longer a “we”, I’m just a “me”. I’m no longer a wife or a companion or a helpmate or a lover or a confidant or a best friend. I’m just a “me”. But who is this “me”?