11-09-03,In the back of my closet is this beautiful royal blue silky blouse.
It had a stigma attached to it : I wore it the last day he was alive.
Today I decided to wear it again .
When I looked in the mirror I no longer see the new , raw widow I had seen the last time I was in it , I see the strong survivor.
I thought of him wistfully , but
it's vibrant color was so vivid , and it still suited me.
I felt alive again inside and I carried myself with pride the rest of the day.
The woman within : she is made of tempered steel.
