Lunch With a Friend

Lunch with a friend
I'm going to lunch with a friend. Her husband passed away a couple of months ago. She's taking small steps going back into her world. She cries really easy and is more concerned with how uncomfortable that makes everyone else. So she's meeting up with her friends one at a time. I've talked to her a lot since he died, but this will be the first time I've seen her. He didn't want any service. They just had a small gathering of her, her kids, and her kids families. Then they went to dinner at his favorite Italian restaurant. They were married for more than 50 years. I have never seen anyone that adored their husband the way she adored him. I was concerned when he got sick about how well she could handle it. I don't think I saw her as strong but thinking about it now, I should have known better. I probably questioned it because she has such an innocence about her. She has had challenges in her life. Big ones. But she's never been hit head on with the dark side of life. When any part of the ugly in human nature bumps her world, she just moves away. I doubt she's ever done in a deed in her life that she hangs her head about. That should have been my clue that she was strong. It's weakness that brings us to those places that she hasn't been. She's an amazing woman. I'm really looking forward to seeing her.