Life is mostly happiness.

Sitting on a park bench along the St. Croix River yesterday. With my Italian true love. And a woman happens by. Looks at us. And admires us. Because we look happy. And in love. Or so she tells us. 'You two are lucky,' she says. 'I'm a widow.' She looks sad. My true love tells her, "I'm sorry.' I say nothing. Wish I had. I should have told her give it time. Life will get better. My true love and I have had sadness in our lives. As does virtually everyone, I suppose. But life is mostly happiness. --Jim Broede