My name is Theresa, and I am sixty-three years old.
I’ve been a widow for most of my adult life.
When my husband died, my daughter Mary Lou was still small enough to fit on my hip. From that day forward, it was just the two of us against the world.
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My name is Theresa, and I am sixty-three years old.
I’ve been a widow for most of my adult life.
When my husband died, my daughter Mary Lou was still small enough to fit on my hip. From that day forward, it was just the two of us against the world.
The Blaze “My husband bu:rned my only decent dress so I couldn’t attend his promotion party.” The words echoed in my mind as the…