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Facebook’s Sheryl Sandberg writes touching post on mourning her husband

Sandberg wrote a touching post on Facebook at the end of the official thirty days of mourning that is observed in Judaism

Sheryl Sandberg, Facebook, Technology, Dave Goldberg,
Sheryl Sandberg with her husband Dave Goldberg in this file photo. (Source: Associated Press)

Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg is marking the end of a period of intense mourning following the death of her husband Dave Goldberg, who passed away unexpectedly.

Sandberg wrote a touching post on Facebook at the end of the official thirty days of mourning that is observed in Judaism and wrote, “I want to choose life and meaning.” Sandberg, Facebook’s No 2 executive, lost her husband Dave Goldberg after he died in a treadmill accident while on vacation in Mexico a month ago.

On Wednesday, she took to her Facebook page to mark the end of an official Jewish mourning period by writing that she wants to “give back some of what others have given me.”

She wrote in her post, “I have lived thirty years in these thirty days. I am thirty years sadder. I feel like I am thirty years wiser. I have gained a more profound understanding of what it is to be a mother, both through the depth of the agony I feel when my children scream and cry and from the connection my mother has to my pain. She has tried to fill the empty space in my bed, holding me each night until I cry myself to sleep. She has fought to hold back her own tears to make room for mine. She has explained to me that the anguish I am feeling is both my own and my children’s, and I understood that she was right as I saw the pain in her own eyes.”

Sandberg ended her post saying, “I can’t even express the gratitude I feel to my family and friends who have done so much and reassured me that they will continue to be there. In the brutal moments when I am overtaken by the void, when the months and years stretch out in front of me endless and empty, only their faces pull me out of the isolation and fear. My appreciation for them knows no bounds.

Read her full post here.

With Associated Press inputs