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When my sons and I sat down with the Rabbi to make plans for the Memorial Service, I asked her the
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one question that had been weighing heavily on my mind: Where was David now that he was dead? She
explained to me that he would reside in God’s home in Heaven. As she spoke, I recognized the only
psalm I had ever known—Psalm 23—probably the most well-known. It begins: “
—giving comfort to the bereaved and the fearful, as came to mind. .” And
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of course, the line “
I suddenly realized how brilliant those words were, how a poem written more than 3000 years ago
expressed so much wisdom as it created a feeling of great calm inside of me. That should have been a
starting point in my quest for more insight into the new person I was becoming without David. I have
been very lonely, I moved twice in the last 10 years and find it hard to make new friends—most women
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I have met have husbands and they are not as readily available for girls’ nights out, movies and a dinner,
or just sitting around
How does one create an entirely new life after losing your soul mate?
It took me ten long years to get to the point where I am now—I guess I’ve been a slow learner! I miss
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David so very much each day and every anniversary of his passing leaves me more and more empty inside.
I flail aimlessly and keep looking for some meaning in my life as a widow. I spend every day sitting at
the computer and working on forming a new business, teaching myself WordPress for my website, and
video production for designing videos for the site. I gave myself permission to take off one week to create
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this Journal. Okay, so it took two weeks.
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I was speaking with my doctor a few weeks ago, dreading the upcoming tenth anniversary. She
suggested that what I really needed to do was find closure; find a way to memorialize David’s life, to
create something that I could dedicate to him—to give meaning to his life and to what we had together.
After thinking about it for a while and after scrapping the original concept, I suddenly remembered my
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talk with the Rabbi and I knew at that moment that my special project would revolve around the only
thing that brought me some peace at the worst moment of my life—self-discovery through the Psalms
of David.
This Journal did not start out this way. I had another plan in the works—a few pages of notes and a
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comprehensive outline created—but it just did not feel right. I went to bed with thoughts of how I might
regroup with an entirely new topic; I knew that I should definitely scrap the old one. Exhausted, I