One of the hardest things about this journey is finding out who I am again. When Joe died, I didn't even know who I was anymore. I couldn't take a vacation from it, this feeling of being alone on the planet, of not even understanding the feelings I was going through. I kept asking myself, why? I lived 28 years without him, 24 with him, why can't I find myself again? Because our lives had become intertwined, that's why. A fellow widow wrote me, "I'm not the same girl he married, and I'm not the same woman who buried him." My Joe is in my heart and my soul, firmly entrenched. So I take his strength, with my own (there were two of us as a team, right?), and lean on G-d, and go from there. This is a message of hope and love for my friends here at DS - Hugs, Marsha
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