This past week I found myself in Washington, D.C. for the National Memorial Day Concert.
Accompanied by some of my greatest widow friends, we spent the weekend catching up, visiting fallen loved ones at Section 60, night walks around the monuments, searching of names for our Vietnam widows and more.
All in all it was a weekend above all Memorial Day weekends since Michael's passing.
Our last night was spent at the concert, where two actors portrayed myself and one of the first widows to reach out to me, a Vietnam era widow nearly 40 years older than me. But as I learned early on, age takes backseat when it comes to binds, healing and friendship. As the actresses took their place on the stage they told a culmination of the hardships faced by military widows. My story is a small and minute story in comparison to the thousands out there who share in the same plight, but I hoped that even an ounce of what was being portrayed that evening could help others in taking a glimpse into our reality.
That evening, surrounded by some of the most amazing women I have ever met, I think an ounce of that was achieved...due to them...due to us...due to you.