Twenty years ago, I had everything figured out; I had my wife, my children and my grandchildren. My life was exactly how I wanted it to be, I worked at a factory where I met Jonathan, who was my best friend. We had lunch together on a daily basis during the work week; this is when I would talk to him about everything in my life. I confided in him about my wife’s sickness and any family issues. I loved how supportive and understanding Jonathon seemed to be. A couple years after meeting Jonathon, my wife of fifty years passed away from ovarian cancer. This was extremely tough on me, as I would assume it is for every widow. I did not know what to do with my life. I ended up quitting my job; therefor, loosing contact with Jonathon. I was extremely lonely, turning to my children and grandchildren for support. We had become an extremely close-knit family; spending every day together. Even though it was an extremely hard time, my family pulled me through it and I was beginning to be happy. A feeling that earlier that year I never thought I would experience again.
