My aunt became a widow today.

My uncle unexpectedly died this morning around 8 A.M.

The word widow just sounds dark and sorrowful and stiff and cold.

It's not like you ever wake up and expect to become a widow.

Like you wake up and you're ready to lose your best friend.

This essentially has set my grief therapy certificate into stone after I finish my Masters.

This will be my 11th funeral.

I am 21 years old.

I've lost someone close to me every year for the past several years.

There has to be a reason for this.

There has to be many people down the road that this is going to bless and affect.

I believe things.

I believe in healing.

I believe in relief from pain.