Mourning - Wife

There is a tribe of women out there who wear these same invisible scars. They are waiting to hold your hand. You are still a wife. You are still a partner. You are just learning how to love a man who isn't physically here. That isn't weakness. That is the deepest strength I have ever seen.

You might find yourself talking to him. Out loud. In the car. In the shower. This is not crazy. This is a love that didn’t die just because his body did. mourning wife

Then, the crowd leaves. The meals stop coming. The phone stops ringing. There is a tribe of women out there

This post is not a guide to "fix" your grief. There is no fixing. This is simply a letter to the mourning wife, to remind you that you are not going crazy. You are just going through the impossible. Right now, you might be drowning in the logistics. The phone calls, the paperwork, the casseroles you can’t eat. Everyone tells you how "strong" you are. You smile and nod, but inside, you are screaming. You are still a partner

Keep breathing. One second at a time.