During a pre-fight interview, heavyweight boxer Mike Tyson remarked, “Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.” In January, my husband died without warning, and I viscerally felt that quote. All my plans for ‘us’ blew away like dry leaves in the wind. In one heartbeat, I went from beloved wife to bereft widow. I have spent the past few months in bereavement boot camp, being broken down and allowing God to build me back up, often ‘one minute at a time,’ because ‘one day at a time’ is just too overwhelming. In the initial weeks after my husband’s death, I moved methodically. Every evening I’d make…