Juggling a full time job and part time job, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, doing the grocery shopping, making all of the meals, making sure the car is properly maintained, taking care of three “high maintenance/special needs” pets, doing all of the yard work (including snow removal each winter), paying the bills, worrying about finances, raising a teenage son and making sure all of his needs are being met as well as taking care of myself, is really, really unbelievably hard. Being solely responsible for the life of another person is simply overwhelming. Sacrifices are constantly being made, but that’s not the hardest part of being a widowed parent.
The hardest part is the realization that no one will ever share my child with me on a in the same way my husband, David, did. No one will ever look across the room when Andrew does something amazing and feel the same kind of pride I do. No one will love Andrew the way David and I did. That is a very hard fact to come to grips with.