A month after 9/11, a routine bicycle accident in Central Park helps a widow regain her footing as a mom. "Looking at my bloody child, I felt my competence return: This I can repair."
The days and weeks following Doug’s death moved at an unbearably slow pace. It wasn’t easy for me to make sense of my new status. I am Jennifer Gardner, Doug Gardner’s wife. I was Doug Gardner’s wife. I’m still his wife, but he’s dead.
The days and weeks following Doug’s death moved at an unbearably slow pace. It wasn’t easy for me to make sense of my new status. I am Jennifer Gardner, Doug Gardner’s wife. I was Doug Gardner’s wife. I’m still his wife, but he’s dead.
To this day, the most heart wrenching, unbearable memory of September 11th was the moment I had to tell the kids that Daddy was gone. But it was also the moment I found the strength to give each of my children the information they needed to cope.
