August 16, 2010
On May 27, 2007, at the age of 48, I joined a club in which no one wants membership--widowhood. Eight days before I became a widow, my husband, Steve suffered a heart attack while training for a triathlon at a local reservoir. Because a great deal of time lapsed before paramedics arrived to administer CPR, Steve suffered from brain damage. His healthy, fit body succumbed to brain annoxia. It was then that I was thrust into a new, unwelcome, strange, and frightening chapter of my life. This blog is not about Steve. It is about me. Although I will often refer to or reflect on my 26 year marriage to Steve, it is about me and my journey as a widow who is redefining herself. I invite you to visit my blog often, to learn about me and young widowhood, whether you are a friend, a relative, a widow, a widower, or a friend or relative of a widow.
Thanks for stopping by.
Mary
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