It’s been about a month now and she’s got color back in her cheeks.  She’s still struggling to find her smile, but she at least managed a soft grin when I stopped to say hello, as I walked my way around the snow covered streets and frigid air this afternoon.

She’s a new cancer widow.  The disease robbed her of the man of her dreams after more than 50 years of marriage.  It hurts.

So she was outside trying to keep her driveway clear and when she turned the key to her car, she found she had a dead battery.  She shrugged her shoulders and said she’d take care of it.  Small things she’ll b dealing with now.  Small things that only emphasize that she is on her own now.

It’s a whole new world.