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Widowed: Our Love Is Immortal (Seriously!)

Jon may be gone, but our love is immortal. Hear me out. I promise I’m not going to get all cheesy and sentimental on you. Read more.

I see that it’s not going to let up, this dying thing. I’m 80 years old now. I’m getting older and so are all my friends. Read more.

I called tech support and got ageism. ‘Why don’t you get someone younger to help you?’ said the otherwise very nice techie. Read more.

No, Jon did not suffer. He did not die in anguish. It was over quickly, she said. Before he knew what was happening. Read more.

How to mark the anniversary of Jon’s death? A visit to the cemetery seemed in order. Then along came some advice from my dead husband. Read more.

Like it or not, life goes on. Our 101-year-old family friend had picked up the phone to check on me. If that’s not liking life, what is? Read more.

Talk to my deceased husband? Some widows can. Not me. I can’t talk to Jon without going to that awful place where he is no more. Read more.