My name is Cindy Scardino Wilson and I became a widow on October 13, 2015. This day was the most tragic and devastating day of my life. I felt as though I died that day too. I met my husband, Richard, when I was only fourteen years old and married at eighteen. For forty years our souls were grafted together. We started our lives together as kids with a naive innocence and hopes of a wonderful life. We both got our college degrees, had two daughters and three grandsons. We continually strived to become all that we could be. Despite having a College degree, I would define myself as a wife and mother. My Husband was a driven workaholic and except for a brief period, I did not work outside of the home. He always said that my job was to take care of him so that he could take care of everyone else. My entire identity was defined by my role of wife, mother, grandmother. My Husband died after a short struggle with a rare disease. Though he lived a short life, he led a meaningful life. He was a force of nature and the strongest man I ever met. He was the love of my life, the father of my children and the nostalgia of my youth. My road to recovery has been brutal and traumatic. I feel like a fourteen year old child in the body of mature looking Woman. I had never made an adult decision by myself, never lived alone, never…….the list goes on. But with the help of many heroes, I have survived. It takes a village to save a widow, I had a big village. The Modern Widows Club is a village, a tribe, a sisterhood that helps to pull each lost little soul forward on this daunting journey called widowhood.
Co-Leader: Nyla Battaglia
Nyla lost her husband to lung cancer in August of 2013. They were married for 22 years. Although she was very grateful to have had those years, no amount of time would have been long enough. She have 4 adult children (2 “bonus” and 2 biological) and 7 grandchildren. She is a retired registered nurse, an avid dog fancier, and self-proclaimed “foodie”. Originally from Minnesota, she has been in Texas since the early 80’s and now consider the Houston area “home”.
When her husband died, she began looking for others who understood the path–women that would “get it”. Despite many long time loving friends and family that were kind and supportive, she was looking for those that could identify with the journey to finding a new, albeit unchosen and unwanted, way of life. She have found that band of women through Modern Widows Club. Every time she come home from our meeting, she felt so uplifted. She hoped to find ways to connect with others going through this challenging time as we each become a new and better person.