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.”
Desperate need to be special drives me to try to matter to those I love
My father’s narcissistic control left me resentful of all authority
For rest of my life, I’ll constantly re-interpret mother I didn’t know
Identity politics is the cancer behind Elizabeth Warren’s lie about ancestry
Trivial distractions keep us from focusing on love and connection
More dependence ahead now that half of households get U.S. checks

Dickens’ ‘David Copperfield’ far superior to postmodern novels
‘Black vs. white’ thinking causes confusion without shades of gray
Shallow thinking and arrogance led to ruin of once-great society