My Love
I am in my eightieth year. Most of them have been very good years. I birthed an d raised four children and they are a wonderful reflection of what I hoped they would be. They are smart and kind and loving. They all have excellent, growing families. However, missing from much of my life was palpable love. I married twice, each time, in retrospect, for wrong reasons. Each marriage failed. The second in 1973. So, for purposes of discussion I have been alone for over forty years. Actually the fourth child went off to college in 1987, so truly alone for more than thirty years. Apparently I am fiercely independent and became accustomed to my life as a single woman, healthy, employed and aging satisfactorily. I am in very good shape for my age and I was devastated to learn some five years ago that I was really not employable. Never thought that was a possibility. My Mom worked at the Lordsburg Public Library until she was eighty-four...