I became a widow at the age of 53.

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We met when I was only 14 and he was a year older.

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By 16, he was my one and only. And, at the young age of 21, we were married.

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We were a family of 5, living in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario. Our large, extended families lived close by and we had many friends who completed our life.

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Sounds perfect.

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On May 20, 2014 my world came crashing down. My 54-year old husband passed suddenly and completely unexpectedly of a heart attack as he was getting ready to go to work.

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The years since have been a whirlwind of emotion, learning, growing, planning, silence, loneliness & change.

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Is this where I thought my life would be? NO!

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But, life happens & I am determined to make the best of it.

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Won’t you join me in a positive, enriching & encouraging movement toward life?

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UPDATE

As I continue trying to help others reclaim their life, I have come to the realization that we are all responsible for one-another. 

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Grief should not be a taboo that isolates those who are grieving. 

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Whether one week or more than 20 years in, everyone who grieves should feel comfortable to share memories and emotions with their friends and family. 

In order to do so, the taboo regarding death must be shattered.

How do we do this?

by educating those who are not (yet) grieving to better understand the grief journey & how to be supportive. 

To begin the education,

here's a valuable list to help 

support someone who is grieving.

Send an email for more tips!

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forever evolving,

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susan

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