How many days
It’s been 95 days since the day my doorbell rang. 95 days since my world changed. 95 days since I was yanked from the world I knew into the world of widowhood. I am not an expert. I am a person wandering through the wilderness of this place into which I was thrown, and writing about it along the way.
The truth is messy. Doorbells are dangerous. Tragedy does not discriminate and neither does my language. Sensitive ears should consider this fair warning. If you find curse words offensive then this might not be the place for you. I find tragedy offensive, yet here I am.
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Becoming a Widow 