My name is Stephanie Cooper Willoughby. I was once a very happy wife and mother of two living a wonderful life with my beautiful husband Ethan in West Hills California. In the early morning of Sunday, February 18, 2007, the eve of our wedding anniversary, while driving home from work my husband was killed by a drunk driver.
I've decided to document my journey through this living hell in the hopes that I might make a difference in the life of just one person
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Words of Wisdom
"If you can pick up your dogs shit with a snack sized ziplock bag, it ain't a REAL dog..."
No, I don't have a comment on this post, other than to say that it made me giggle.
I just wanted to let you know that I have found your blog and I will be going back to read it all. You write well (even if you could use some lessons in paragraph structure ::grin:: ) and you've shown a lot of insight -- into yourself and into this crappy hand we've been dealt.
If you are like me, the writing is part of the healing -- even when I write about the horror and shock, even when it brings untold tears. The words give me strength, finding the words brings me resolution, reading the words brings me peace. Having another person read the words gives me satisfaction.
Remember that you don't walk this dreadful WidowRoad alone. Reach for the outstretched hands when you need some courage, for the cybershoulders when you need to cry, and for the hope that many who walk before you offer.
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No, I don't have a comment on this post, other than to say that it made me giggle.
I just wanted to let you know that I have found your blog and I will be going back to read it all. You write well (even if you could use some lessons in paragraph structure ::grin:: ) and you've shown a lot of insight -- into yourself and into this crappy hand we've been dealt.
If you are like me, the writing is part of the healing -- even when I write about the horror and shock, even when it brings untold tears. The words give me strength, finding the words brings me resolution, reading the words brings me peace. Having another person read the words gives me satisfaction.
Remember that you don't walk this dreadful WidowRoad alone. Reach for the outstretched hands when you need some courage, for the cybershoulders when you need to cry, and for the hope that many who walk before you offer.
-- Pentha, wishing you a measure of peace today
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