The truth about BEING A WIDOW

I am a widow – these are the first four words I have uttered when meeting new people over the last three years. I’m proud to be Mal’s widow; I’m prouder to have been his wife and companion for the 24 years prior to his departing this world. This is how I have been defined – I wanted to be. And I needed to speak Mal’s name, to explain his importance and absolute relevance in my life.

I hadn’t properly lived until Malcolm Hart, then 33, came to me that joyful day in January 1992. We met at our local health club through mutual friends who introduced us.