A Path to Healing

My mother, Susan, taught public school for thirty years.

She loved her students and her job.

Two years ago, she died, and my wife, Olivia, was my rock.

Then at a company "Day of Service," I saw Olivia spoon-feeding an elderly woman.

Olivia, who told me she was flying to California for a "wellness retreat."

She looked up, and asked, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

I was left stunned, publicly accused of harassment, and suspended from my new promotion.

Olivia returned home with tearful excuses, claiming she was secretly caring for Mrs. Peterson because she reminded her of my mother.