The other night I had the opportunity to meet a fellow new widow.
The new widow was less than three weeks into her journey. Her husband was killed in a motorcycle accident – a young lady in a car made a turn and crashed into the motorcycle. He was only 36 when he died.
It was “nail night” and I was getting my nails done. The new widow is the cousin of one of the ladies that works at the salon where I get my nails done and was there to get her hair cut. She was there with her 10-year old son and her “support team” of her mom and her sister.
I recognized the “deer in the headlights” look on her face. I felt her pain when she said “I can’t afford to lose my job. I’m a widow with a young son to support.”
The lady that does my nails introduced me to the new widow by saying that I had also recently lost her “significant other” in a car crash. The look of understanding in her face bought tears to my eyes.
Her story was similar to mine and Prince Charming’s . . . but more poignant . . . they were high school sweethearts who, with the exception of one small break-up, had not been apart in over 15 years. They did everything together as a family and the “aloneness” is almost more than she can bear.
After experiencing all the stuff that people “shouldn’t” say at times like this . . . I did exactly what I’ve told people I wanted them to do for me . . . I hugged her and told her that she wasn’t alone . . . and she hugged me back . . .
I looked at her and instantly saw myself in that position four months ago . . . I wanted to tell her all the stuff other widows have told me along my journey, but I was sure she wouldn’t hear any of it . . . or believe any of it . . . because I’m still struggling to believe it myself.
I saw how far I’ve come in four months . . . and I see how easy it would be to slide backwards . . .