Amy Morin

After a few minutes in the emergency room waiting area, we were called into a private room. Before the doctor even said a word, I knew what he was going to say. Lincoln had passed away. He’d had a heart attack.

On the same weekend that we honored the three-year anniversary of my mother’s death, I now found myself a widow. It just didn’t make any sense. L

turn another corner to find overwhelming sadness waiting for me. Grief is an emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausting process.

mostly a blur as I was focused on just putting one foot in front of the other every day.

But I couldn’t stay out of work forever. I was down to just one income and had to get back into the office.

I also had to create new goals for myself now that I was alone. I decided to venture out and try new things.

began writing. At first it was mostly a hobby, but eventually it turned into a part-time job.

renegotiate new relationships with people as well

About four years later, I was fortunate enough to find love again.

maybe I should say love found me.