One of the biggest differences between young and old widows is the itty bitty kids. Young widows often have young children. My daughter was twenty-two months old when her father died, and my son was on the way.
Grieving as a parent is a terrible, difficult thing fraught with question after question. Should I cry in front of Aubrey? How do I talk about his death with her? How do I find time to cry and grieve on my own? What happens when I'm feeling positive and in a moving-on space, and she is mourning rob and wants to talk about her sadness with me? And when my son was born, was I an adequate parent? Or did I leave him emotionally neglected by my own sadness and loneliness?
