Patricia Weber

Your husband died, and you feel like you’re in an unknown life dimension. It’s widowhood. Early on, when he left this physical plane, you sobbed, you wailed. Maybe like me, panic attacks took you to your knees in a pool of tears.

Because each of us in this life season is different, I didn’t know it would be painful for so long. My husband of 47 years died 5  years ago. That was 9 months after my father and 2 weeks before my mother. My first grief counselor called it complicated grief.

One of my girlfriends labeled my dad’s, husband’s, and mom’s death in just 10 months a pummeling. 

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