He said, I have to leave.
I said, I know.
He said, Leave with me.
I said, I can't. But find a little house with a little yard, a place for the dog and the cat. Make a little garden. Put on a pot of water. Make a cup of tea. Wait for me. I love you.
I love you, too.
It is 844 days since Edward Louis Sclier died. I did the math. It feels like more.
How many widows get to say goodbye?
Today I am filled with mourning joy at my good fortune.
What's your mourning joy? Why not write it?
Today I quote Edward Louis Sclier:
"What a kicker. We don't have a choice."
What choices do we have? This moment, this minute?
More Mourning Joy:
Q: What grows down when it grows up?
A: A goose.
Submitted by Ian Salitrynski
Good Mourning Widows! Have a JOYful day!
And remember: We're not alone!