World Suicide Prevention Day: A Widow's Experience
Life seems to move so fast anymore, but there are still those creeping moments where everything comes to a standstill, and you get to just be present. The seasons keep changing, my son keeps growing, the work-week flows, and the weekends fly by, and I have found myself, more and more, looking up to the sky and wondering where Keith is and if he's looking back at me. I believe he's in heaven, my faith tells me he is there, but my mind knows that I don't definitely know what I hope. I wish I could know for sure, but I just have to keep my faith that it is true. Being a widow at a young age, which is all I know, comes with a multitude of issues. There's the general just after period when you are calling everyone who was ever connected to them, sorting through tax forms, medical insurance, pensions, and, if you're prepared, life-insurance policies. Then there's that middle ground of silence. No one really knows what to say; the phone calls stop, and the awkward ex...