I’ve been in a few different situations recently where I have been introduced to someone new. As I have walked away from these encounters, I have imagined that the person giving the introduction probably turned to their companion and said something like, “Her son just died a few months ago.”
Though it is strange how these conversations tend to occur outside my presence, I am aware that losing Judson is now the most prominent part of my identity.
When people look at me, they see a woman who has lost her child. When people think of me, their minds probably immediately fall on Jud.
I’m okay with my new identity. In fact, I am proud to be identified with such a sweet little man!