I found the EW's blog today. And now I'm all stove up from the way I was hunched over the computer reading it. It took awhile to read because she has no grasp at all of how punctuation or the spellchecker should be used.
It's supposed to be a record of memories about her late husband for their kids to read later and a place where she can talk about how she's coped with everything. It appears her husband's exwife found it and left some snarky comment so she hasn't updated it since the beginning of the year. I figure maybe she started another one up somewhere else. I'll snoop around for it at a later date.
If she ever finds my blog, she'll probably come after me with a sledgehammer.