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
dis-wedded survival.
I know this life. I am this widow. I am what is left after the dying part is done.
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
