Hope…

When first widowed, walking my neighborhood to release physical angst and emotional grief, another widow neighbor said to me… It will get better.

At that moment, inundated with shock and loss and disorientation, I didn’t believe her.

Today another widow, of two years, and I were chatting and she was losing hope with this right now, is all there will ever be.

And what words come out of my mouth? It will get better!

Thank you my God for healing, joy, peace, comfort, contentment… for your presence, your love, your help… Thank you my God for taking this ripped being and making me better!

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