She was not a young woman when her husband passed away. He had always looked after the business of running the home, paying the bills, seeing about the insurance, things like that. After his retirement, he had taken to the road again with a line of merchandise, hoping to keep busy and earn a little extra over and above his pension. She decided it would be a good idea if she learned to drive the car; then she could help him out on the long, weary road trips. And then he died, leaving her alone to cope with all the matters with which she had never had to concern herself.
Her grief was unbearable for they had been very close for over 40 years. She continued with her driving lessons. She took over the business which was so strange to her, and each spring and fall made the rounds of her accounts and even opened new ones. Though it was all foreign to her, she looked after the bookwork, made up the orders and kept the little business alive because, as she put it, "That's what he would want me to do." Though there were many, many lonely hours, she would not quit. If tears were shed, they were shed in the loneliness of her bedroom after the lights have been turned out. Though more than half of her own life died with the passing of her husband, she knew that she had to go on. This great woman was a sterling example of how a human being should handle grief. This past summer she went to join her departed husband, and everyone who knew her said the same thing. "This woman had great courage and faith.”
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