Love and death

Today I ran into a woman, a neighbor of mine, who I’ve known for 10 years. She is on the public safety committee so we worked together a couple times and we give each other moral support. Her husband died suddenly on Feb 10^th. I’ve been meaning to call her or stop by or send a card or something but just didn’t know what to say. Well, today I saw her in the plaza where Brett works and I got out of my car and ran after her to tell her how sorry I was. She is still a wreck! I didn’t know what to say. But she agreed that there wasn’t anything to say. She’s just so sad and everything makes her cry…even the sales people at the mall. She’s sad that she doesn’t have him to grow old with, that she has to take care of the dog he only knew for 2 months, and his birds (he had lots of bird feeders) and his sunflowers when they come up, and everything reminds her of him. She’s not ok and she won’t be. And as cruel as it seems, that’s how it should be… I never met Spiro but I heard about him and his typical crazy Greek ways. Sounded like quite a character! But what matters is that Jan is lost with out him, and there is nothing anyone can do. We all should hope to love and be loved like that in our lifetimes.