Have you ever experienced loss so heart-rending it threw you into great darkness, making you question if you’d ever see light again? Did you wonder if you could connect with anyone who might remotely understand your pain?
Fran Geiger Joslin walked this path and the very person who faded from her life through cancer brought the reminder she needed; the hope that survival existed over the horizon. We invite you into Fran’s life through a chapter in her bite-sized book, Widowed: When Death Sucks the Life out of You. Join Fran in finding hope:
When the doctor informed us that our first child entered the world with a heart condition, Brian coined the phrase,
“We’re gonna make it, Babe.”
When our second son presented with severe asthma, Brian reminded me,
“We’re gonna make it, Babe.”
When our monthly medical expenses equaled half of our house payment, Brian repeated it.
“We’re gonna make it, Babe.”
When his CT scan indicated an “impressive tumor,” he held his stance.
“We’re gonna make it, Babe.”
If I had known the day Brian fell ill what the next ten to fifteen years would look like for me, I might’ve given up. God blesses us by not revealing all the details up front. As I near the completion of this book, I truly stand in awe. I survived.
Somewhere along the line we find a way to scratch our way out of the darkness of death. While we still grieve, we encounter more joy than sadness, and we discover how to keep living. I pray this book provides you with some maps for the road you travel, and that you will soon look back and discover you made it too.
When I married Howard and the kids rebelled, he adopted the phrase,
“We’re gonna make it, Babe.”
When I hesitantly agreed to take on the presidency of Howard’s ministry vision, he reminded me,
“We’re gonna make it, Babe.”
When I feel insecure about my ability to write a book for widows, Howard tells me,
“You’re gonna make it, Babe.”
When all else fails, Howard asks me, “What would Brian say?” I always know the answer.
“We’re gonna make it, Babe.”
When you find yourself deep in the throes of grief, let me remind you,
“We’re gonna make it, Babe.”