Flying Alone to Camp Widow
Estimated reading time: 0 minutes, 42 secondsI have never liked the word widow. It is better than widower but does not describe who or how I am.
But today, for the first time since COVID, I am flying across the continental US to attend Camp Widow.
Perhaps for seventy-two hours, I will need to smile and accept being called a widow.
Flying alone should be no different than living alone.
Perhaps I will fly high enough to blow a kiss to Jan.
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