Another widow
My first high school boyfriend, Jim, and I have stayed friends through the years. It was one of those relationships where I became friends with his entire family, and it stayed that way even after we broke up. Holidays, weddings (I was a bridesmaid for both of his older sisters), funerals. Photos on Facebook for the last two summers were taken by him or his sibs, on his mother's porch.
He has two younger sisters. Margaret is 2 or 3 years younger than we are--one of the family's "wild childs." Her husband has been struggling with MS for years, and this week finally lost the struggle. She is the age now I was when Morguhn died. No children. Living far from her biological family. They are a loving clan, and will be there for her, and she has a good life in the southwest.
But my heart breaks for her.
He has two younger sisters. Margaret is 2 or 3 years younger than we are--one of the family's "wild childs." Her husband has been struggling with MS for years, and this week finally lost the struggle. She is the age now I was when Morguhn died. No children. Living far from her biological family. They are a loving clan, and will be there for her, and she has a good life in the southwest.
But my heart breaks for her.