Dating For Widows

I had every­thing I had ever wanted … right up until our Easter Sun­day din­ner when my then sev­en­teen month-old daugh­ter and I watched as my amaz­ing hus­band, Erik, slid down the kitchen counter and died. He was 29 and I was seven months preg­nant with our sec­ond child. One minute he was laugh­ing, and thirty five min­utes later, he was pro­claimed dead. Just like that. Need­less to say, it was unimaginable. Six years have now passed since Erik’s death and, again, I have every­thing I have ever wanted. After push­ing through the ups and downs of spousal loss and unex­pected single-parenting, I’d like to think I have earned this right to hap­pi­ness. I put in the time. End­less hours of Post Trau­matic Stress...