My husband died this morning, cardiac arrest. In the stillness of time between the departure of the EMTs and the arrival of the funeral director I remove the shoes from my husband's feet and lie down beside him resting my head on his shoulder-cherishing time. He died a decade earlier than we'd expected or planned. Why do we refuse to face our endings, the reality that death will part us, that today may be our day? In Widowspeak, her first book, Renee J. Wurzer moves from proofreading to publishing, from editing to writing, from behind the curtain to center stage. A recent widow, her delight here on earth is her legacy family, especially the grandchildren. She is an encourager and writes daily, publishing her work online as she engages the journey from grief to joy.
