After my husband died, I felt like one of those spiraled shells washed upon the beach . . . Poke a straw through the twisting tunnel, around and around, and there is nothing there. No flesh. No life. Whatever lived there is dried up and gone. |
It's wrenching enough to lose the man who is your lover, your companion, your best friend, the father of your children, without losing yourself as well. |
Our society is set up so that most women lose their identities when their husbands die. |
Since every death diminishes us a little, we grieve - not so much for the death as for ourselves |
Since every death diminishes us a little, we grieve - not so much for the death as for ourselves |