I have a dear friend who has been a widow for three years. She recently told me that special days, like her birthday, Valentine’s Day, or her anniversary always make her feel depressed. She knows that no one would ever love or pamper her the way her husband did. And that sobering fact always makes her very sad.
I let my friend cry on my shoulder for as long as she needed to. Then I looked her directly in the eyes and said: “I know that you feel very alone right now, but experience has taught me that you never know who or what might be right around the corner. I’m willing to bet that you won’t always feel so lonely.” She didn’t know it, but I had just finished reading the latest data about people who fall in love later in life (sometimes much later). Statistically, she stands a good chance of once again becoming a much-loved wife.
