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Never Alone Widows
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In 2001, at the age of 23, I became a widow. My first husband, Todd, had a massive aneurysm at 27 years old.
At this time, I knew the Lord, but I didn’t know Him in the hard places. Through worship, I learned who God wanted to be to me. I was grieving, but not grieving well. I didn’t know any other widows who were my age, young without children. The ones I did know were in their eighties and felt I just couldn’t relate to them.
A couple years passed, and I began dating a family friend, Blair. He was a fighter pilot who flew A-10s. We dated a short while and married in 2003. Life was beautiful once again. We got pregnant with our first child in New Orleans but had to relocate due to Hurricane Katrina. We moved to Mississippi, had our baby and later, another child. Blair wound up training the next generation of pilots. We were busy with family, church and worship. Things were good, but my grief was building.
In April of 2008, when our first child was two, Blair went out to fly with one of his students. As they took off down the runway, a cable broke, causing the plane to flip with a full tank of gas. Both men were ejected and were instantly killed. I was now a widow for the second time in my life....
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