Word chick. Design Diva….Heartbroken Widow.

One crisp autumn night, last October 2015, I went from wife to widow in an instant with no warning and no chance for goodbye. My husband was not only brave, fun, creative and loving but the love of my life, as well as my business partner.

We knew when we took our wedding vows 10 years ago, that cancer would be the third partner in our marriage. When you accept a disruptive, insidious elephant into your living room, you know anything can happen – and everything did. Though we lived a much different life than we envisioned on our wedding day, in many ways, few ever knew my guy had cancer. We didn’t outrun or outsmart its sneaky presence, but my handsome, vibrant, generous husband was still working day he died. And ultimately, in typically ironic fashion, I lost him not through cancer but an embolism.

The days before, since and ahead are all part of my journey.