The Sunshine Diary
|My name is Kelly I love life, café au lait and tea with milk, music, things that sparkle, the streets of Paris, brightly painted front doors, candle light, peonies, antique mirrors, the outdoors, creaky floorboards in chevron patterns, jewelry, the color yellow, dogs, dark chocolate covered gummy bears and dancing, for starters. I believe the most interesting things are the most beautiful. I chose to love and be happy. I'm my own person. email me: thesunshinediary at gmail dot com|
About a week before my seemingly healthy 82-year-old husband suddenly died, he emerged from the kitchen ready to go to his office, his face clean-shaven, his eyes shining, smiling shyly, holding the copy of the Anthony Trollope book he was rereading, and said to me, “You have made me very happy. You know that you have made me a happy man.” There I stood in my work outfit, blue jeans and a T-shirt. There I stood with my white hair and my wrinkles and the face I was born with, although now much creased by time, and I felt beautiful.
I don’t believe that inner beauty is sufficient in this cruel world… but I do know that there is a way of being beautiful, even as age takes its toll, that has something to do with the spirit filling with joy, something to do with the union with another human being, with the sense of having done well at something enormously important, like making happy a man who has made you happy often enough.
Ten days after that morning conversation, my husband and I returned from a concert and dinner with friends and walked down our windy block toward our apartment house when suddenly he stumbled and fell and died within minutes. As I waited for the ambulance, I remembered his words, a beauty potion I would take with me into the rest of my life."