I was editor of Lakebridge's Newsletter and Ginny was an officer in the entertainment committee. She came to my home so that she could report to me the upcoming activities of that committee. Larry came with her. The very next day, Larry called me. It surprised me because he had stayed pretty much in the background when he was here and had said very little.Larry said, “Are you newly widowed?” Stunned, I answered yes. He explained that he had noticed that I had what he called “shrines” to my husband all over my house. At first I denied this, but Larry asked me to hold onto the phone and look around. I was shocked to notice Larry had nailed it. My home looked like a shrine to Bill. – Bill with his siblings, Bill with our kids, Bill with me etc.When I admitted as much to Larry he told me that through a grief program that he had attended when he lost his wife, he knew the signs of someone who was in deep grief. He told me that whenever I felt I had the strength to dismantle some of the shrines, that I might begin then to heal. It took me a painful few months and a million tears to slowly pare down the photos of Bill, but when I did, I felt a lightening of my spirit and strange new partnership with my late husband in my moving on.I will never ever forget Larry's helping hand in making me whole again. I am so glad that I had a chance to thank him for this. I will forever more miss his gentle presence in our village. My heart goes out to Ginny. I hope someone can start her healing loke her sweetheart did for me. Courage, Ginny.
