Widow. It’s a word no woman wants to describe her. But there are many. Over the last several years, I have had the privilege of coming to know the deep well that is a widow’s heart through friendships with some amazing women who are walking that road. Walking together.
There is a group of women who gather once per month for lunch. Simple fare. Nothing fancy. No hotdishes and bacon wrapped whatever. They dine on cheese and crackers, and they meld their hearts together. Widows Walk is what they call themselves. And their walk amazes me.