Loneliness was not something I thought I would experience in my early 40’s. The loss of my husband, my children growing up, and half of my family no longer living in my home has left me with days that are often filled with solitude. Not that solitude is a bad thing, there are times when I relish the time to think, ponder, study and write. Solitude has been a healing time for me, but there are times when the solitude is too much and loneliness encroaches heavily on my heart. This has cause me to think deeply about these emotions and to question their purpose in my life.
