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I often find myself wondering about why it is I drew the lucky young widow card. Ironically enough, I have been obsessed with dying since I was young. I remember when I was about 12 I told my mom I thought I would die young. I was half right. My husband died  six weeks after we were married. That was nine days after we learned he had leukemia. Did I mention he was only 25?

Mostly I hope somehow, someway I can help someone else out there. I have forever thought about leading a support group or something but am fairly clueless at how to start something like that. In the beginning, I didn’t know where to turn. I desperately wanted to find someone that knew what it was like to be walking in my shoes. I searched for young widow groups and came up with nothing. Many of the groups out there were for older women or women who had children and I just didn’t fit. I wish I could have lived many years with my husband and had many babies. Just wasn’t meant to be, I guess.

If you have found me because you were looking for proof that you are not alone in your grief, I am happy you are here. That being said, I am so very sad to know that you too drew that unlucky card.