Passionately M

My husband died in 2020.  He was 54, two (2) months away from his 55th birthday. I was a widow at 55 years old. I thought I was used to it as he was a sailor since 1991 and I have been an overseas Filipino worker since December 2005. There were many times when we felt like strangers to each other. It is normal. Every relationship must be a work in progress, day in, day out. There were many challenges along the way, but for me, keeping the marriage intact no matter what happens is a must, because of our children. Since his death until now, things have not completely sunk in to my inner core yet.  The journey of widowhood is a path that brings forth a range of emotions, challenges, and transformations. There are times when I feel very down and lonely, imagining of a happy married life with someone who is on the same page with me, with same wavelengths, or at least, same love for life, peace and harmony.  As I see some ordinary women with their own individual weaknesses, the...

My resilient youngest daughter tagged me and my mother in her posted article that made me cry. It is about how you become a strong girl when you have a strong mother. With some unexpected turns of events, I thought she did not think me that way because I am not supposed to be where I am, and I am not who I was born to be, by now. But emotionally I am who she thinks I am, by now. There comes a point in time of a warrior mother when she gets tired of fighting alone most of her life. Many people misunderstand her for her need for quiet time reconnecting with her soul and source, to get her energy recharged. She can see other things which ordinary eyes cannot see, and can feel deeper emotions particularly compassion, which others cannot do. Hire a woman, hire a mother -- and you can see how she takes care of her job like her household affairs, and her team, like her own family. My love for my children has been my life propeller. Some storms hit me in the past, and I was stronge...