Excuse me while I take a break from lighthearted fun for a downer moment...
My friend Mrs. B is back at work today. She's been out since the Friday after Labor Day when her husband died in a tragic accident. They'd been married 32 years and just took their youngest child off to college in Wisconsin, excited about being "home alone" for the first time in ages. She found him in their yard the evening he died. It's nearly killed her to lose him; he was the center of her world.
Mrs. B tried to come back to work yesterday and made it as far as getting up the elevators, but never quite made it down the hall to the office before she had to go back home, saying she didn't think she could do it but would try again today. I was glad she made it in today. She has a lot of love and support here in the office, and she's going to have a hard time in that house alone now that the family is all going back home. It may be a while before she's able to do anything productive, but at least she won't be by herself. I gave her a big hug this morning but couldn't think of a single thing to say, other than to tell her I loved her.
As I approach my second anniversary next week I can't help but think - she had 30 years on me, but I still can't imagine losing my husband. And I hope I'm saying the same thing when I'm 80.