Joy of solitude p 1
The silence began seven years ago, on a beautiful spring day full of the sound of running water. My husband ,eager to start the golf season , gave me a quick hug and dashed out of the door, calling back ,’’ hold the fort , I will be home at three.’’ But long before that hour, he had fallen , stricken by a heart attack .He. never come home again. My experience feels unique to me, but of course it is not . There are legions of lonely widows and widowers. Nor is the death of a loved one the only entry into the kingdom of loneliness . People are shaken loose from living with other from myriad reasons. Solitude is on the increase . if we live long enough , most of us will have one or more sequences of it during our lives .
to be continued ............ # Reader’s digest
september 1983 ardis WhitmanÂ
