Many long years ago, I think dinosaurs still roamed the earth, my high school sweetie and I married. The word single didn';t exist in our safe snug world. We made a plan to ride off into the sunset at the end of our days. A Hollywood ending to our lives.
He died suddenly and there I stood, his cooling hand in mine, double no more. And I didn't know how to put one foot in front of the other without him.
As a single person, I had to reconstruct myself. A painful time. So now I'm reaching out to men and women who have taken a journey--some by choice or fate, or forced upon.
And I ask you. . .can we talk?
