Though for the past forty-five years I have never forgotten a single moment of the night I had become a war widow—minutes after I saw my husband burnt beyond recognition and heard his last breaths—I was still able to rebuild a rich and fulfilling life, as an activist, as a remarried wife, a mother, an educator, and a writer.
I tell my story, which will inspire any war widow of any age, anywhere in the world, in my memoir War Widow, which I hope to publish soon. In the meantime I began to blog some of my experiences almost weekly. And though my schedule is tight, I am willing to set aside 2-3 hours each week to answer questions and counsel widows who may seek advice on how to make it one day at a time and survive. I will soon have a website. In the meantime you can find me on Tweeter @ZivaBF, on Facebook, or LinkedIn.
Respectfully,
Ziva Bakman-Flamhaft.
Though for the past forty-five years I have never forgotten a single moment of the night I had become a war widow—minutes
There is Life after Grieving
Though for the past forty-five years I have never forgotten a single moment of the night I had become a war widow—minutes after I saw my husband burnt beyond recognition and heard his last breaths—I was still able to rebuild a rich and fulfilling life, as an activist, as a remarried wife, a mother, an educator, and a writer.
I tell my story, which will inspire any war widow of any age, anywhere in the world, in my memoir War Widow, which I hope to publish soon. In the meantime I began to blog some of my experiences almost weekly. And though my schedule is tight, I am willing to set aside 2-3 hours each week to answer questions and counsel widows who may seek advice on how to make it one day at a time and survive. I will soon have a website. In the meantime you can find me on Tweeter @ZivaBF, on Facebook, or LinkedIn.
Respectfully,
Ziva Bakman-Flamhaft.