What I Learned Climbing a Mountain

Kimberlee Murray
Jul 23, 2019 · 7 min read
Photo by Drew Farwell on Unsplash

My husband died from an incurable brain tumor, leaving me to raise our two young sons alone as a 44-year-old widow. I wish I could describe this pain for you, but no words exist. I’ve searched for language to explain what it feels like when the one whom your soul loves take his last breath. When you shift from a balanced family of four to a schizophrenic family of three.