Learning to Love Again
Harry smiled as he watched Susan come up the drive- way, bags of groceries perilously balanced in her hands. Always so independent, Susan rarely asked for help in anything. She prided herself in “getting the job done”. As she walked through the door, she called, “Hi sweetie! I’m home!” Harry moved towards her to take some of the groceries from her. “Why didn’t you ask me for help, Sue?” Harry asked. “I wasn’t...