The Matriarch
The Matriarch. I have little regard for sappy missives of young lovers. I tire of seeing young whippersnappers fawning over each other on the avenue. Earn your stripes, oh young’uns. Live a little. Let your souls take on color. I believe I’ve earned the right ….. After that terrible day, and without really consciously intending to, Dini and I adopted a more honest and genuine approach to living. Perhaps because life got real, our new normal seemed to have obviated a need to conform. Wearing our hearts on our sleeve, we do what is natural and honest. Heck, we’ve even been seen holding hands in public! We have gone through a lot. Hugely! I’m not certain the best of marriages would emerge unscathed. And to be certain, ours certainly was not the outlier. There’s no law that states that those that suffer loss must grieve endlessly. That those who’ve been wronged (seemingly) by destiny, must suffer needlessly. A friend, ...