The End
The irony of every widow's story is it begins at the end. As the last breath is drawn, as the news is delivered, as the EMT calls TOD.........however it happens, the end of her partner's life is the beginning of her widowhood. And no matter where she goes forward in life, no matter how many times she dates, no matter how many times she may remarry (God forbid it be another loss!) - her journey of widowhood is never over. Until she draws her last breath, she is forever traveling life as a widow. On December 4, 2017, with our 4 month old daughter on my lap, I held my dearest love's hand as he drew his last breath, unable to process enough oxygen without the assistance of the tubes and other life support I had authorized removing just a few hours before. There is no bigger gut punch than giving permission to remove life support for someone you would give your life to save. All the logic and knowledge in the world (and even the unanimous support of relatives in the deci