It is 3 years, 2 months, 6 days, since Edward Louis Sclier died.
In that time, I have searched for all the things a widow searches for--For love, for religion, for community, for identity--I wished, I hoped, I prayed for answers to questions that have no answers;
Please God, send me a best friend, send a special someone to love me back, again, in bad times, and good times. Help me make it through the night.
I felt so alone.
Ed is dead. I wish with all my heart I could have him back. But I have learned one thing: Life does go on after the death of a spouse.
Though Ed's death marked the end of one life, I have discovered it raised a new one--Mine--a new beginning.
I didn't realize it then, but I do now, my best friend was, me. I had only to let her happen.
Perhaps that is Ed's greatest legacy.
Have a joy-filled day, Widows, wherever you are. And remember, we're not alone,