Sunday, September 03, 2006

Mourning Joy

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!

1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for sharing Ed with us, Linda. It's nice to put a face to the things we've heard about him.
    You are doing a terrific job (and a great service to many people) with your blog. Keep on keeping on!
    Janet Elaine Smith


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