My husband was a vibrant, energetic, creative, successful man. He was a wonderful husband and father. We had four children, a lovely home, an interesting, fun, and adventurous life.
When the children were teenagers, my husband died suddenly, and I realized that I had decisions to make—right then. Some of them were the practical concerns of what I should do for the children and with my husband's business. But I was also confronted by the question of how I should respond to the sympathy and concerns of others that were showering down on me.
Armed with these truths,
I did not grieve, even
though friends expected
to see me sad.
