I'm tired of secrecy. I'm tired of invisibility. I'm proud of being a widow. I don't want people's pity and fear, I want them to see the person flourishing in front of them. The person who loved, and continues to love in memoriam. The person who got on with life because that's what we do.
Bereavement was not the end of me and it needn't be the end of you. You can hold loss— substantial loss— and still live after. Still love after.
(Oh, go on, then: "still laugh after", for the trio).
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