Standing outside watching the clouds drift across the moon, I’m reminded that my pain is a drop hin the bucket of human suffering. And somehow it’s comforting to know that I can accept this pain as a part of my life and still move on.
I'm a young, childless widow who is trying to figure out the best way to deal with the world in light of my late husband's suicide. It's harder than I ever imagined it would be, but somehow at the same time I am still alive and even happy sometimes. View all posts by erinreeve