Leslie McCaddon Mendoza
Widows Like Us Cry
Updated: Jul 8, 2020
Widows, there is something you should know about me.
I'm a crier.
I mean, like a full-on-tears down my face, messy crier.
And, I won't apologize.
In fact, I'm proud of it.
Those tears? They are hard-earned. They are the price of loving deeply, losing profoundly, and appreciating life in the day-to-day moments like I never imagined was possible.
At Mass yesterday, there was a worship song that hit ALL the feels for my fiance and I. It wasn't really our grief about our spouses it brought up. It was grief about issues with some of our adult children.
You see, life is never going to be easy or happy all of the time. And that's okay, because it is going to be SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT. It is going to be messy, kind, frustrating, loving, heartbreaking, inspiring, irritating, beautiful, difficult, blissful... you get the idea.
Life is always going to be 50/50. It will never be all positive. Or all negative.
And we need not fear that.
The lyrics to the song at church included,
"As we call out to dry bones come alive, come alive
We call out to dead hearts come alive, come alive
Up out of the ashes let us see an army rise
We call out to dry bones, come alive." (Lauren Daigle)
Oh, how wonderful it is to be alive, my sweet widow friends.
Let us be that army of phoenixes rising from the ashes... what a force we are together. An army of those who know the breadth and depth and true cost of love. And, we're willing to keep loving anyway.
And, maybe you don't feel like that is you today. Or that it can be you ever. That's okay. I know it can be you. Whenever you're ready.
You've got this.
And, you've got us.
Founder and Coach
Widows Like Us