The woman was sitting at a booth with two young children. I didn’t think that much about her, but I did notice she looked exhausted and sad. They were sitting near me at a restaurant Tuesday evening when another couple came in and immediately made their way to the woman.
The woman who had just entered reached down and hugged the sad woman. I couldn’t hear all of what they said, but I could hear the couple asking how she’s doing and if there’s anything they could do to help. I pieced together that they go to church together and the first woman’s husband has recently died.
The exchange didn’t last long. The widow seemed grateful for the support, but she clearly didn’t want to talk. The other couple left to order their dinner.
“We just want you to know you’re not alone,” the man said to the widow as they left. “We’re here for you.”
If you vote, you’re my real enemy — no matter who gets your vote
Intellectual honesty mostly dead — but few partisans even care
My father’s narcissistic control left me resentful of all authority
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
