Free Advice: On Falling in Love - Part Three

 

It was 1996 and my life was sounding a lot like the lyrics of a country song. My dear friend, Rob died in February, then out of the blue, I lost Betsy, my sweet three year old Australian Shepherd (her vet said it was a brain aneurysm) and my heart felt as though it had been run over by a freight train. I was as lost as I had ever been.

Betsy & Rob

After losing Rob, I cried, reflected, journaled and visited him at the cemetary.

Then, a few weeks later, just when I allowed myself to laugh again,  Betsy died.

I curled up in a ball on the sofa in the dark ignoring the phone and doorbell. Neighborhood kids left flowers from their garden on my doorstep. I was inconsolable and for the first time in my adult life that I can recall, I was vulnerable.

vul-ner-a-ble / adjective: 1. exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally.

Little did I know that the missing link in my search for love was...vulnerability? Love: Part 4