My husband, Eric suffered a massive brain aneurysm with irreversible + instant brain damage. 💔
I was 38-years-old + our girls were 8 & 11.
He collapsed on a Sunday night.
Was in the ICU on life support for 3-days.
Became a donor hero on Friday morning.
And by Saturday I was speaking at his Celebration of Life. 😭
💔 I didn't want to become an old bitter woman in my grief, and
💔 I didn't want this one thing to be the thing that made the rest of our lives shit.
I had to set the example.
And I knew Eric would want me to...
So I became a student of grief—learning to heal my own broken heart and how to be the best for our girls.
Your person dying is absolutely horrible...
is learning how to feel better so you can live life in their absence.
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Not a day when I don't think of my dead husband, miss him, love him, and wish he were here.
Of course I love + miss my old life
But I've also love this new life I've created in this new chapter.
I have since met, fell in love with, + married Dave — my "Mr. Match" — also a widower. We live in Stilwell, KS, with my daughters, Rachel + Laurel, in the home Eric built.