“I am so sorry for your loss. My son lost his wife when he was 36. Filled with despair and grief the day of her passing, he looked into my eyes and said “Mom, I don’t know what to do.” I said “ Your job today is to breathe in and out. Can you do that?” He said he could. I said “That might be your job tomorrow, too.” Take it slow, Marc. Lean on your friends and all of us.”
Linda from New Jersey via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
05/30/20