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There is a tribe of women out there who wear these same invisible scars. They are waiting to hold your hand. You are still a wife. You are still a partner. You are just learning how to love a man who isn't physically here. That isn't weakness. That is the deepest strength I have ever seen. mourning wife
This post is not a guide to "fix" your grief. There is no fixing. This is simply a letter to the mourning wife, to remind you that you are not going crazy. You are just going through the impossible. Right now, you might be drowning in the logistics. The phone calls, the paperwork, the casseroles you can’t eat. Everyone tells you how "strong" you are. You smile and nod, but inside, you are screaming. mourning-wife-grief-journey There is a tribe of women out
Then, the crowd leaves. The meals stop coming. The phone stops ringing. You are still a partner
If you are reading this, and you are that woman—the one wearing the ring that feels too heavy, the one who just made coffee for one again—I am so sorry you are here.
The Unspeakable Silence: A Letter to the Mourning Wife