How bad can bad get? When your husband dies and 17 days later you lose power for almost a week, it’s pretty damn bad. These were the worst days.
Author Stacy Feintuch
Little by little I started to not even ask what was going on concerning finances.
I knew that he was taking care of things.
I felt like I wasn’t really there, that this wasn’t really happening. Logically, I knew it was but it felt almost as if I was watching a bad movie that I was starring in.
How do I begin this widow blog?
Since I am the biggest fan of “The Sound of Music”, Julie Andrews is in my head singing “let’s start at the very beginning…” so that’s what I will do. Although I guess this could be considered both a beginning and an end…