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Widow’s Peek: Packing for a New Life
Keep, donate, throw, repeat
I’m currently in the midst of my 12th week of widowhood. My husband died in hospice on our 18th anniversary after years of battling various health challenges. You would think I’d be prepared. But grief has a way of disrupting reality. And then, when you throw in a presidential election that will determine whether we still live in a democracy, things get even crazier. So, what’s a nearly 70-year-old girl to do?
Luckily, writing about my experiences is therapeutic for me, and I hope to help someone else. Someday, I swear, I will write a Widow’s Handbook, but I am collecting thoughts and information in a series of blog articles. “Widow’s Peek,” therefore, is not a spelling error or a typo but is meant to convey a peek into what to expect and prepare for if you have lost or may lose a partner someday.
A Tale of Two Countries
For years, the plan in place if I survived my husband was to move to Mexico. We vacationed there for about 20 years and lived there off and on for nearly four years. I really expected my husband to be around for another year or two, but a rare hybrid pneumonia…