My journey into widowhood started in the blink of an eye, a mere fraction of a second in December 2018 with no warning.  I was broken, crushed.  I didn’t know that days could be so dark while you were still alive.  Countless people came alongside to support me and my kids in our time of deepest need.  The depth of gratitude that I feel for each act of love can never be fully expressed.   Without that help, we surely would not have made it.

I was deeply moved when I learned of the plight of widows living in poverty.  They are at risk for land theft, violence, and slavery.  They have become virtually invisible to the outside world.  I know firsthand how it feels to lose your spouse, but I can’t imagine the horror that accompanies that loss as you now fight for your life, and the protection of your children.