Hopes and Dreams

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Writing helped me so much when my role was the caregiver. Now that my role is the widow, and mourning is my constant companion, I don’t have much to say or write. I could write volumes on grief, but I won’t, not today anyway.

Most people allow you a small window of time for grief. Once that small window is passed, you are expected to move on. To get over it, to stop talking about it.

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I started writing about 2 years ago to cope with my struggles in life. I write about grief, caregiving, substance use disorder, and the death care industry.

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Jennifer Estes

Jennifer Estes

I started writing about 2 years ago to cope with my struggles in life. I write about grief, caregiving, substance use disorder, and the death care industry.

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