Widow 101

Today, I’m choosing to walk—not run, not hide, but walk—into my grief.

These feet were made for walking, and today, they walk with purpose. Not away from the pain. Not around the ache. But straight into it—with open arms and a heart that dares to stay soft.

Yes, I am walking into my grief with a positive attitude. Not because it’s easy, and not because the tears have dried up. But because I’ve learned that running from it only delays the inevitable. Grief doesn’t disappear. It waits. And when I face it, I get to experience the quiet gift it holds: proof that I have loved deeply.

It has been nearly eight months since I lost Scott. And let me tell you, I do not miss him any less than I did on day one. His name still echoes in my thoughts, still stirs something deep within me. There are days when just breathing feels like remembering him.

But today, I let grief walk beside me.
I let the memories wash over me.
I let the tears fall.
I let my heart swell with the blessing of what once was.

Because this pain—this ache—is sacred. It reminds me that I had a great love. And not everyone gets to say that.

So I won’t curse the grief. I won’t silence the memories.
I will walk through it. I will embrace it. I will honor it.
And with every step, I will be reminded: these feet still move.

And that is a victory in itself.

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In loving memory of Scott. For all who walk this path: you are not alone. 💛