By Diane Kenney
I am in love. And, I am single, although I have never identified myself as such. Like everybody, I am a lot of things, and now I am in danger of defining myself by what I used to have, or do or be. Words like “single” or “widow” describe what I am missing.
Yet, I am one of the lucky ones on this earth who by chance, or by grace, crossed paths with my soulmate and lived the gift of almost 40 years together.
Now, I am in a new life chapter.
I shouldn’t be surprised because even in the best marriages, one or the other lives the last chapter alone. It is really different and hard. I never took a class on how to do it.
You’re it!
You’re on your own. Whether for mundane chores like taking out the trash, or answering the routine question on a medical form: Who is your emergency contact? That got my attention like never before.
Not to mention those scary,…
