I would write her a letter and include it in a card w/any photos you might have of her husband. After my husband died, it was the letters and photos that meant the most to me. The food and flowers were, honestly, too much.
Tara
living a crazy life with 3 boys
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
~Mary Oliver