When my husband died, I became the sole parent to three grieving daughters. Somehow, we held it together. Sometimes barely. Sometimes beautifully. Out of necessity, we all became more independent. And in the process, we became a team—strong, tight-knit and fiercely protective of one another. If you’re navigating this path, or know someone who is, I invite you to read on for an honest look at grief, guilt, growth and the unexpected strength that can come from doing it alone, together.
