I am a widow and grieving mother. I lost my husband unexpectedly 15 years ago, when we were both 39. My children were 4 and 1 at the time. Almost one year ago now, I lost my son to suicide at the age of 18. Over the years, I have fallen and risen. I have struggled and persevered. I have known deep darkness and moments of joy. I cry and I laugh. I move forward and try to appreciate every thing that is beautiful in this world. Some days it’s easier than others.