Monday, August 8, 2016

My socialites

We all know people who have remarried quickly after losing a spouse. Some people are lucky enough to find love again. Sometimes I'm sure it's mainly to relieve loneliness. I've heard that a local woman said that she remarried quickly because no one invites you out when you are a widow.

In my experience, there's a lot of truth to that. I understand it though. By definition, I am a third wheel, and I'm far past the age when that's usual. Of course, I've had a pretty depressed social life for years... having babies and living with ALS does that too. Not getting invites isn't really new.
It may be a blessing and a curse. It's hard to meet new people and make new friends, but I'm also not really up for that either. This is hardly the point in my life when I am my most engaging. 

What I have learned, is that my girls make all the difference for me. Sometimes when we get invited out, I know that the girls are the best addition to the event. I've decided that's 100% okay. When they show up, they take over. They distract everyone and demand attention constantly. They let me tag along and hang out on the periphery. Hopefully, everyone gets something out of it. 

I truly wonder how Tony and I could have gotten through this without the girls, and this is just another example of how much they help. They keep me going every day. I hope I can do as much for them as they have for me. 

P.S. This is not a cheap attempt to solicit invitations (I promise)... just an observation. I could prepare myself for some parts of widowhood, others have taken me totally by surprise.

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