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The night before my husband died, we barely spoke—and I wore an ugly bonnet. The next morning, he kissed me goodbye and went for a walk he never came back from. In this first episode of Widowish, I share the story of the last time I saw him alive. It’s raw. It’s real. And it’s where this journey begins.
The night before my husband died, we barely spoke—and I wore an ugly bonnet. The next morning, he kissed me goodbye and went for a walk he never came back from. In this first episode of Widowish, I share the story of the last time I saw him alive. It’s raw. It’s real. And it’s where this journey begins.