I was thirty-seven when Ollie, my husband of twelve years (we’d been together fourteen), took his last breath on this earth. At the time, we had three boys, ages five, three, and one. I went from mother and a wife to solo parent deeply in grief.
That first day I remembered being in the hospital and looked down and said I am going to live on for the kids. I left the hospital and remember thinking I have to live on for myself.
Since then I made it through the first couple of years and find purpose and joy. I learned how to incorporate grief instead of let it overwhelm or disable me.
You can survive this and help your children at the same time. I want to hold your hand through grief and show you that you are strong enough to survive and thrive in life after loss.
