Neighbors: A Widow’s Tale
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008“I had tried to impress very strongly upon my girls: Please don’t leave your father’s house to go directly to your husband’s house. Take at least 6 months to learn to take care of yourself…That’s because I never knew how to get on by myself; as a result, I’m ignorant of a lot of things that I shouldn’t be now.”
I spoke the other day with a friend who suffered a loss, in the autumn of 2003, like no other she had ever experienced. That was the season in which her walk here with her beloved husband came to a close, the season he passed away after a protracted and difficult illness. Almost five years on, I wondered whether she might wish to share something of her experience in gradually regaining a sense of hope, purpose, vitality, and balance in her life. She thought it would be best to begin at the very beginning, to give a sense of a loving, roller-coaster-ride of a union which now resided only in the realm of memory, and in the lives and acts of her dear children, and their own.
After her family settled in a new town in 1950, she says, “I met my husband-to-be at the first church youth meeting I attended. I was 13; he was 19. (more…)