Then she said, “You need to get a life.”“What are you talking about--this is my life.”
Had she been reading my mind?
“I’m not trying to get rid of you,” she giggled.Relieved to see her lightening the mood, I smiled back at her.Relentless, she continued, “I’m serious, Mom. This isn’t a life. You know Dad wanted youto move on, and I do, too. Why don’t you go on a dating site?”It was so typical of Sherry to be thinking about me. Six months earlier, on Christmasmorning, she had given me a letter. In her unique style she wrote about the strong and unwaveringlove she had for me. Then true to her character, her final sentence was, “I only wish there was someway I could repay you for all you have done for me.”After kissing her good-night, I went upstairs to bed, where I tossed and turned for hours.
Get a life—dating site.
How? Maybe I should ask Google. Sometimes, for fun, Sherry andI would think up strange questions and search Google for an answer.
What if I did go on a dating site?
Still unable to sleep, I eyed my laptop at the foot of the bed. It tugged at me.
No--how could I? Wouldn’t that be cheating on Greg?
I threw back the sheet, pulled it up again, burying my head. Then I peeked out, and stared atthe blue light on the computer.
After all, it was Sherry’s idea, not mine.I missed Greg.
Was there a man out there who’d even want me?
I typed “widow dating” atthe pulsating prompt on the search line.The article assured me that it was a common feeling for a widow to feel like she wascheating. That helped relieve some of my guilt. Another search…dating sites…eHarmony was firston the list.I started filling out a profile, then exhaustion hit. I slept peacefully. The next morning, I brought my laptop downstairs.“Well, I did it,” I said, trying to be nonchalant, pouring myself a cup of coffee.“You did?” Sherry grinned as she walked over to the table.“There are some questions,” I said, embarrassed, “I just don’t know how--”“Let me see,” she interrupted.“Like this one,” I said pointing to the monitor.What is the first thing you’d probably notice about me?