Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Love. In a belated sort of way.
Elizabeth Edwards. I thought of her as stoic. Had to be. To live with John Edwards. She died of cancer today. I'm not sure whether she wanted to die. Or to live. Maybe the real cause of her death was sadness. A broken heart. For having never been loved fully. And knowing it. She probably always knew that the marriage was a charade. And then the realization that she would die. Before she got what she wanted. True love. But maybe now. In death. She'll get it. Posthumously. Better late than never. Certainly from her children. And others who knew her. Maybe even from her husband. In a belated sort of way. --Jim Broede
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The Edwards, now that would be the uber rich, liberal Democrats Edwards wouldn't it.
The rich senator who voted for tax cuts for the rich. I think so.
She had 62 years of rich white privilege, not to bad, when you compare it to all the poor Blacks living in N.C.
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