I called two women of my acquaintance yesterday, both of whom have lost their husbands recently. One described herself as lonely and the other as sad. Both are practical women with loving families who try to keep themselves upright and busy but their loss is palpable. There but for the grace of God go I. I feel, nay, yearn for them. And love them dearly. No one can fill the void they must now live with daily. It is our role on Earth to carry such pain and survive it as best we can, it seems. I didn’t know I could feel such pain, said the latter. No. Neither did I.
