Life really is a matter of chance... It offers possibilities and choices and what we do with those affects our lives forever. We have only ourselves to blame or to be proud of in everything about us. I have been living in my new circumstance for a year. I never realized how entrenched I was in my former life until it no longer existed. Now with open eyes and an open heart I begin again. This time around will be for me.
As a widow I am living on my own for the first time in my life. My journal and notes kept throughout my husband's illness and beyond revealed themselves into a story. At times, I had to ask myself if this is really my life. Writing this book was painful and hopeful at the same time. Writing this book was demanding and liberating. Writing this book was healing. Was it worth it? You bet it was. And I pray that someone finds comfort in my words.
This book pays homage to my husband, whose illness came on the winds of a world-wide pandemic. It is so your style Ken to go out large.
