Young family continues vacationing in Florida while husband returns to Los Angeles for business but he dies instead.
Holy crap, what just happened to my life?
A realization of time continuing despite this wretched shift into death, because I am made of a durable fiber. Refusing to live in a sad house. Recognizing that I am more than just a married widow.
Girl. Woman. Wife. Mother. Widow. How many labels are there in life?
A quirky, thoughtful, humorous, irreverent and objective read of survival and expectation, intertwined with farm-girl memories that balance the weight of the darkest moments of
I know this life. I am this widow. I am what is left after the dying part is done.
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