My name is Patti and I’m almost three years into my journey as a widow. I remember the moment I first realized that I was a (gasp) widow. It was the day after my husband passed and I was changing the sheets on my son’s bed because family was flying in to stay with us. I stopped and actually said aloud, “I am a widow.” How could that possibly be? A widow is an elderly white haired lady who wears black all of the time. I was 51 years old!
My husband Kevin passed away on August 25, 2019. Three days before our 26th wedding anniversary. He was 52 years old. We just celebrated his birthday last Friday.
The month of August is a tough one. I think maybe that’s why I have finally decided to start this blog. I need somewhere to record my crazy thoughts so that maybe they’ll make some sense to someone.
Hopefully you will come along on this journey with me. I promise it will not be boring. There may be some tears, but there will definitely be a lot of laughs.
A Wandering Widow 
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