Where’s the party? Here’s the party!

By Diane Hudson

Not long after my beloved of nearly 30 years passed, a friend invited me to a concert at Merrill Auditorium. I accepted. As we took our seats, she whispered, “I am so glad you came.”

She told me about a close friend whose spouse had passed, and how they were as inseparable as she knew Eddie and I had been. “When friends asked her to go out, she consistently refused, the grief being too great a burden.” She studied me. “Invitations stopped coming after a while, and it did not turn out well for her.”

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