Much more.
Four of us were seasoned widows,
The other five more recent ones.
Each "newbie" shared her unique
Love story, how it began and how it
Ended.
Each lady described the days leading up
To her husband's departure,
His last breath, and then her grueling
Transition from wife to widow.
Baring one's soul is part of the healing
Process.
We need to share our stories over and
Over until we sense we can move on.
"How about his clothes?" one lady asked.
"You'll know," we told her. "You'll know when
It's time to let them go. And some you'll keep."
"I wear his shirts," Another gal said.
"So do I," I replied.
We added, "Expect the unexpected."
Grief is messy and unpredictable.
When we think we've made progress we
Hit a roadblock and get stuck, even lose
Ground.
But God picks us up and gets us going again.
We lingered around the table long after the
Food was gone, grateful for our gathering.
The new widows were fortified by our
Encouragement, and we old "pros" were
Thankful our pain hadn't been wasted.