Laura’s face was covered in pain, but she never let herself cry. I’ve known her for more than a decade, but I’d never known her to be happy until the past year. After a previous marriage in which she was misunderstood and lonely, she had finally found real love. Now she was telling me that Daniel was dead.
It’s a raw slice of life that I don’t see very often, so I found it both moving and painful to talk with Laura Sunday afternoon. Her husband of barely more than a year had been dead for a couple of weeks from an auto accident, but I was just finding out about it. Things like this always affect me, but not nearly as much as it affected Laura.
“All my life, I’d been looking for love and I was lucky to find it,” she said. “I was searching all my life, but I don’t regret the wasted years now, because I don’t feel like I lived for nothing. Before Daniel, I felt like, ‘Why am I here?’ Now, it’s different. I fulfilled my dreams and accomplished the love I wanted. There’s nothing I really want to live for now.”
Illusions we project for others allow us to remain hidden inside
In other news, donations keep pouring in to feed the monkeys
Shame and Fear still stand guard over my efforts to chase dreams
When we don’t feel understood, we feel lonely even in a crowd
Love drives us mad, but madness rescues us from ‘horrible sanity’

Correcting an old error: there’s no such thing as ‘We the People’
What does it say about my life if my biggest motivation is a dog?
Abortion debate gives us lots of candidates for ‘Idiot of the Year’