Finding Comfort in the Words

Being an only child, I’ve always found peace in my own company—not loneliness, just a deep comfort in solitude. And in some ways, that steadiness is serving me now. I miss Eddie—his voice, his presence, the energy he brought into our home. But as I sit with my thoughts, I’m wrapped in the kindness of the many words spoken to me since his passing.

Loving and knowing Eddie was an honor. Hearing the beautiful words shared about him at his visitation last week only reaffirmed what I’ve always known—I was married to an incredible man. And yes, he is still and will always be my husband. The words of comfort spoken to me and our kids on that day will stay with us forever. And with every call, every message, I continue to find solace, even when I know the person reaching out isn’t always sure of what to say.

I’ve found comfort in conversations with a colleague—now a friend—who, just three months ago, lost the love of her life. In her, I see that life does go on, even on the days when the weight of this grief feels unbearable.

I’ve found comfort in the steady stream of texts from family and friends, their words of encouragement arriving exactly when I need them most.

“Heal at your own pace”.

“Tomorrow will come with peace that is unrecognizable”.

“I am sending you strength to get through today and tomorrow”.

I’m on a long road to finding peace, but I’m determined to turn this pain into purpose. That’s been my struggle for as long as I can remember—never quite knowing exactly what I should be doing. But losing Eddie has unlocked something in me, something I deeply need. From here forward, I will live my best life, carrying every comforting word and the incredible spirit Eddie had for life, guiding me along the way.

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