Just another day, still trying to find the attraction of living in a coastal New England town. As I recall, almost fifteen years ago, moving to Boston as a newly wed, I felt much the same. Leaving all that I knew, to start over.
In 2000, my world crumbled, as my beloved husband passed away. Too young to be a widow, to old to be in the single world, living by just existing. Alone.
The years passed, the ache in my heart never leaving, yet learning to live my life without my love, the days turned into years.
Another love in a different life. This is how I found myself living in a small town, on the New England coast.
My neighbor lost his wife, after being married for 42 years. No siblings, no children, few living friends. He is alone at 92.
My heart breaks for the sadness he feels. My arms open to embrace this gentle old man. The heartbreak of a loved one dying, the tears you shed in the night, and the brave face you put on as you go out into the world. In the months to follow, you find your smile returns. The ache in your heart never leaves, but you learn to cope with the pain.
If someone you know has lost a loved one to death, just call. Say hello. Maybe visit, let them talk.
At times, that is all you can do for someone who is grieving, just listen.
