My husband if 45 years passed July 2021. I asked God why I was left behind. No answer. I begged to be taken. No answer. I cried, “ I don’t want this!” No answer.

Then I started reading books about grief and spending hours listening to music. In between bouts of crying I contemplated my purpose.

I decided to work in Hospice. Now I had a purpose. I could help people cope with loss.

Then I met a nice man.

He lost his wife.

I have a purpose.

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