Because we were having a special program this week end at our Synagogue( I love this word because it always reminds me of a friends young child who wanted to know what a syn a go go was) , I met up with several woman who were now single. I don't
like to use the word widow. That is a dark,lonely word and we single women are not that way. The one thing that we share with each other is how we feel now. We have a different kind of sadness than a woman whose husband died suddenly. We were all care givers
for many years. Our sadness is sometimes over powered by a sense of release. We have heard that" other shoe" drop, and we are OK that it did. I only speak for myself now when I say that while I was a loving and attentive care giver, I did think
about how I would later( God willing) live my own life, on my time, free from the constant vigil that I had.Some of what I thought about is happening, some isn't.Some things I thought about won't ever happen, but that's
ok
too. Do I miss Bob? Of course I do. Am I lonely? No! Do I grieve? At times. Am I happy? For the most part, yes.I will not wear the traditional black of my Grandmothers time, for mourning. I'll wear black because it looks good with my red hair. L' Chiam. To
life.