Y’all.
Lately I’ve been thinking about the helpers.
I've thought of the helpers many times since my husband John was diagnosed with brain cancer and died. Without the helpers, I'm wondering if this once capable and able-to-kick-ass-and-take-names woman would even be here any longer.
As a newly-minted widow I was crumpled up like a non-winning lotto ticket. I fell fast and messy, far and wide, like an avalanche.
Grief can be a state of mutable broken-ness.
Broken on Tuesday, standing on Wednesday, dented on Thursday, fine on Friday, devastated on Saturday.
That’s your calendar for a while.
You can't do it alone. Please don’t try. You need helpers.