I’ve been told that a widow who grieves is “fragile”. Harrumph. We are as strong as iron, because we have to be. The word “fragile” makes me think of my favorite Christmas movie, “A Christmas Story”, when Darrin McGavin says “fragile, must be Italian”, when his tacky new lamp arrives in their living room. That makes me laugh, and laughter helps me more than anything right now. I’m not fragile, I’m a survivor. And we all continue on and make it through, no matter what. It will be seven months to the day tomorrow that I lost my husband. I still keep moving forward, remember my training and cover my posterior. That’s some of the best advice for living that I’ve ever heard, and it came from my Morris.