They mean well– security guard

This happened a few weeks ago.  I was in the cafe at some odd hour overnight at the same time that the one security guard was on break/lunch.  She started with small talk… Typically, I dislike small talk.  That time, I really wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

She said, “Do you just have the one child?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a boy, right?”

“Yes.”

“How  old is he?”

“He turned a year in July.”

Then the dreaded question… “Do you think you’ll have another one?”

“No, my husband passed away in July.  That’s not going to happen.”

Then she expressed her condolences in an “exit stage left” sort of manner.  I haven’t had to worry about small talk since then.

People mean well.  Who expects for somebody with a one year old to be a widow?

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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