Missing him
As I lay there, memories of my husband flooded my mind. I missed his laugh, his advice—everything about him. More than ever, I wished he were here to guide me through all of this. The room began to spin, and I felt queasy again. It was as if I were on a roller coaster, both physically and mentally. But I knew I had to keep it together—for both of us now.
Missing Him
Reaching out to a friend
Feeling alone, I picked up my phone and dialed a friend. She answered on the second ring, her voice warm and welcoming. I told her where I was and briefly explained my situation, leaving out the secret for now. We talked about work for a while, and then I mustered the courage to ask if she knew of any places for rent. Her willingness to help gave me a sense of hope.
Reaching Out To A Friend
