I mentioned recently that a woman I know lost her husband in a freak accident.
She has two sons, one in college and one graduated from college, and a common refrain from friends and family has been: “Well, at least she has the boys.” They help with the practical details; they share the weight of the grief. The thinking is that even though she’s suffered a tremendous loss, she still has something.
I think about that a lot. I think, too, about the fact that my husband and I have chosen not to have children. The two of us are a bit of an island; we live five hours away from my parents, a couple hours from his, and farther than that from all the rest of our extended family and friends. I am painfully aware that if an emergency ever happens, the two of us – perhaps just one…
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