A friend in my local writers group became a widow yesterday. My heart goes out to this dear lady, and I pray she has many loved ones close at hand to help her through this painful time.
As much as I hurt for my friend, I find myself caught up in thoughts of how I would deal with the loss of my own husband. And I am terrified. Terrified of having to make funeral arrangements, sort through insurance documents, assume all the day-to-day responsibilities he has always dealt with.
Terrified of being left to carry on alone without the man I've spent the past 35 years loving. And being loved by.
Unless we're taken together in a tragic accident, it's inevitable that one of us will someday be left behind. And as each year passes, that time grows ever closer. I abhor thinking about it, much less planning for it. But realistically, I know I need to. We need to, for each other's sake when the time comes.
May God grant us joy and wisdom for the time we still have together, and courage to face the time of loss.