Death of a Partner
I am a great believer in love. Loving is the single most reliable human behavior that exists on earth. Almost everyone fall in love. Perhaps this is the framework that I see the world through; people happy and bonded to each other in some wonderful intimate way. So let me tell you about how mistaken I could be. Sally and Sherman were married and had a total of 10 children. The length and fertility of their union prompted me to seek out the secrets of their success. After Sherman died I wondered how Sally would get on without him, after all they were hardly apart for 55 years. Two weeks after Sherman was buried Sally, at 75, got on a bus to Florida. There was not a weekend for the next 7 years that she was home. Rumor had it that she was simply occupying her time without her true love so we excused her behavior. One day I saw her struggling with her grocery bag into her front door. I carried it in for her. She told me she had been on a trip to a casino with a female friend. Our conversation went on to Sherman and I asked her how well she was doing.
“Honey, I slaved in that house for 60 years. You don’t think I cooked his eggs in bacon grease just because he liked it that way do you…?” Sally chuckled and began putting her things away. I stood there mortified unable to grasp the words I had heard.
“Honey, I slaved in that house for 60 years. You don’t think I cooked his eggs in bacon grease just because he liked it that way do you…?” Sally chuckled and began putting her things away. I stood there mortified unable to grasp the words I had heard.
