Sometimes We Walk Alone

Essentialist and Wannabesaint

Loss & death have been a companion this week.


In the last few days I’ve talked with a woman who still misses her best friend that passed a few years ago. I sat with a man whose mother died who told me, “she was the one who held this family together. There is now a hole in my heart where she should be.” A 96 year old, home-bound gentleman said to me he misses his wife, who is in a nursing home because he can no longer take care of her, and is very lonely in the home they once shared.

Last Saturday, out for a bit of exercise with the Husky, I rounded a corner and there was an elderly man walking. As I passed him we struck up a conversation about the morning, the crispness in the air and my dog. Questions abound when you own…

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