Sometimes life is like reading a really good book but it has a really crappy ending and you are left sitting there saying, “Seriously? That can’t be it.”
I am not a 9/11 widow, but I am a widow who was helped by one. She took her own tragedy and turned it into something good by reaching out to help me.
Now that Mother’s Day is over, I dread what comes next. Father’s Day is in just a few weeks. My husband passed away five years ago, and since then it has become the most hated day of the year for my children and me.
The biggest change came from inside myself. I realized that I had been looking for a relationship to rescue me from my grief. Instead, I found my own interests and gained some independence.
Fourteen months after Steve’s death, I was fixed up with a man named Eric Goldstein. At six foot-three, with dark skin and thick black hair, he looked nothing like Steve.