My husband and I are in our early 80’s. Slowly, over the years, age has been taking its toll on our physical capabilities. We have been losing things too often. Couldn’t find something you were just holding a few seconds ago. Our maids leaving us in desperation over our short tempers.

As the Church lector announced joyfully, “Today is the Feast of the Holy Family!”, I felt tears burgeon up my eyes. Every year, I try to avoid this Feast. It brings me back to that moment more than forty years ago when I wept in Church. I examined my marriage. I had two children, one just newly born. My husband confessed that he had fallen in love with another woman, and that he wanted out.

You can’t say I am bad looking. I almost have everything I want in life – fast cars, houses in two cities, a good career, an American citizenship. Everything but love, true love.