having to carry on without him.

At age 54, my husband died of colon cancer leaving our 9 year old son and me bereft. Carrying on in a world of picture perfect families is hard. Solo parenting with no family nearby is hard. For my son, being a teen boy with no father is hard. We are grateful for friends and a church who surround us with love, we are grateful for joyful memories, we are grateful he provided well for us, but still we miss him every day.