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.”
If romantic love is mental illness, do many of us want to be cured?
Who were you before someone told you who you were supposed to be?
Why is it ‘isolationism’ to oppose killing those who didn’t attack us?
Taking responsibility for mistakes is foreign concept in many lawsuits
At life’s end, who we’ve loved will matter more than what we’ve owned

NOTEBOOK: Why do so many libertarians need One True Way?
What are your options when the state gives your children lousy teachers?