Jeff and I had knew a fisherman who died suddenly two years ago leaving a wife and kids behind. I remember at the time thinking I should send her something to help out...but didn't know what to send. I had intended to help her; who knew it would be her who would help me?
I had never met his wife but knew him from the pub that I had worked at for seven years. Suddenly the other night, I had the urge to connect with her. Last night, I called. I didn't know if she wouldn't want to talk about it. If maybe she didn't want to deal with it or wouldn't be able to tell me it would be okay since she was still 'in the thick of it'.
I am so glad I called. I cried. I asked her if there was hope. We talked about the parallels between their deaths. How the kids are doing. Which avenues were the most helpful for providing financial support. Which fisherman continued to call to check to make sure she was okay. Her beliefs in the possibility of life after death. Going up against WCB for a pension.
It was so helpful. She was so helpful. I felt ridiculous calling and dropping this 'hi, you don't know me but....' but she was great.
She just opened a landscaping business. Her children are doing well despite having a few hiccups and missing their dad. She's doing well. I can't imagine being there yet. But I am happy to see that it is possible. I am happy to see that it is possible to still love and miss your husband but to move forward and become whole once again.
The Silencing of a Poet
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