I have never thought I’d be good as a widow.
Is it that I like to talk too much?
Don’t want to make child-rearing decisions myself?
Want someone around to make me laugh?
Presumably yes to all three.
I have read Joan Didion’s lament for the death of her spouse.
I have a friend who says all went grey
When her mother died, until
She couldn’t remember what it felt to be happy.
Such grief concerns me. Impossible to imagine.
Then, today, a recent book on the science of grief.
After six months, most people return to their baseline.
Some women prefer to date again then.
And some women find widowhood freeing.
Interesting. I’ll take each day as it comes.
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