tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post1210958013232132519..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : I hate to ask.... againMichele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-24265945435703240992014-08-26T06:00:08.389-07:002014-08-26T06:00:08.389-07:00Oh boy do I get this! My twin girls were 2.5 when ...Oh boy do I get this! My twin girls were 2.5 when my husband died (after wrestling with cancer for several months). Sometimes I feel like this part of my life is all about learning to ask for help. Almost 3 years later I still feel uncomfortable with all the help I need. Yet no matter how much I ask (and now the answer is no as often as yes) it never seems like it is enough help, and no matter how much my girls love the people who take care of them, they would always prefer that it was mommy. Just one of the extra gifts of widowed parenthood, I guess.TraceyKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14945295620915349045noreply@blogger.com