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.”
Irony abounds when reader proves my point by trying to refute it
Healthy partner will always ask, ‘Who do you really want to be?’
Assassin or patsy? How can you trust any of the players in this case?
My Twitter suspension is reminder that free speech is under assault
All I wanted was to be your hero, but I still haven’t found my way
What if Jesus was serious about all those things He told His followers?

Double standards seem like the only standards most politicians know
It’s time to kick the arrogance of ‘American exceptionalism’ to curb
My fears are less about death than about my own ‘unlived’ life