While enjoying my weekly morning breakfast with a group of friends last week, I mentioned that widowhood was something that happened to me, but it’s not who I am, and it doesn’t define me.  Unbeknownst to me, another friend who lost her husband earlier this year overheard what I said and shared with me a few days later that it had an impact on her and her thinking.  I am incredibly humbled to help encourage anyone in any way I can, but it also made me realize just how much people need to hear this……… You are NOT your trauma. Any time tragedy strikes, or difficult times arise, and your…

Just last month, my precious daughter, Zara, turned three.  Three years ago, we were so incredibly grateful that Jonathan had the chance to meet his beautiful baby girl.   I was honestly stunned while reliving that moment over in my mind.  It just didn’t seem possible that so much time had already passed, but one look at my beautiful girl, who is long past being a baby at this point, delivered a sharp blow of reality.  Time.  It’s such a puzzling construct.  I was reminded that it is ever fleeting, and it marches on with a dizzying pace.  It’s a precious friend one second, and the cruelest enemy the next.  It…