Brooke expected her thirties to be a time of happiness and growth for her young family. Instead, after losing her husband to cancer in April, she is facing the world as a young widow and struggling with how to be enough for her two boys.
“...And they lived happily ever after.”
Except my husband and I didn't. Our life has been left broken and in shambles by a cancer aggressive enough to take down my strong, smart, funny, 38-year old husband; the loving father of two boys who will only remember him through stories, photographs, and, if they are lucky, pieces of their memory.
I am a 35 year old widow.
I am a rare breed. In fact, the percentage of widows under the age of 60 is in the single digits. Most of the resources I have found online (in the middle of the night, when I can't sleep) are geared...