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at his wife would probably never recover？ I shed a few tears myself。 Because of the medical crisis。 Because there were still people who have been married 40 years。 Because my husband is still moved and concerned after years of hospital rooms and dying patients。
There is faith。 Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed her fear that her husband is losing his courageous battle with cancer。 On Wednesday I went to lunch with a friend who is struggling to reshape her life after divorce。 On Thursday a neighbor called to talk about the frightening effects of Alzheimer’s disease on her father…in…law’s personality。 On Friday a childhood friend called long…distance to tell me her father had died。 I hung up the phone and thought： this is too much heartache for one week。 Through my tears； as I went out to run some errands； I noticed the boisterous4 orange blossoms of the gladiolus5 outside my window。 I heard the delighted laughter of my son and his friend as they played。 I caught sight of a wedding party emerging from a neighbor’s house。 The bride； dressed in satin and lace； tossed her bouquet to her cheering friends。 That night； I told my husband about these events。 We helped each other acknowledge the cycles of life and that the joys counter the sorrows。 It was enough to keep us going。
Finally； there is knowing。 I know Scott will throw his laundry just shy of the hamper6 every night； he’ll be late to most appointments and eat the last chocolate in the box。 He knows th
