It's just the widow again

Don't you wonder if Wayne has seen his little great granddaughter? I do.

Well, I wonder a lot of things, like where he is and what he is doing. I can't think that he and my parents are just sitting down somewhere.

My brother Sterling says he believes our parents have been resurrected. I simply do not know. Of course, we all want to know, but we don't want to have to die to find out. We all wish one of them would come back and tell us.

I always say, death is the hardest thing, the hardest part of life. Don't be telling me I shouldn't say that. It is just hard.

I have a new friend who is a recent widow, not quite a year. She is grieving. But anyone whose loved one has died is grieving, 11 months or 11 years.

Here I say again, I am not unhappy; I am happy. But I am also sad.