A Gift of Love: A Widow’S Memoir
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Like two chips in a cookie, Linda and Ed Sclier were rolling happily along in their marriageonly to have everything come undone when Ed was diagnosed with cancer. Less than a year later, he died, turning Lindas world upside down. In A Gift of Love, she narrates her grief journey, shares the highlights of the wonderful man she fell in love with and married, describes the love they shared, and tells about the woman she has become since her soul mate died.
While tracing a golden thread of treasured memories, A Gift of Love shares the struggles of a dying man, his untimely death, and his widows deepest sorrows. Telling the story of their lives and her sorrow with grace and honesty, Linda gives a step-by-step accounting of love, loss, and the celebration of her soul mates end, while marking her new beginning.
More than fulfilling the promise she made to her husband on his deathbed to write his story, this memoir teaches lifes valuable lesson: when you lose a spouse, life goes onand love does live forever. Most of all, it acts as a reminder that though life can change suddenly, each one of us possesses the power to decide to accept the unthinkable.
Linda Della Donna
Linda Della Donna is a freelance writer and photographer. Her work has appeared in Westchester Parenting and the Journal News. She lives in New York with her pretend kitty, Tux.
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A Gift of Love - Linda Della Donna
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ISBN: 978-1-4808-0400-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4808-0520-0 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4808-0401-2 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2013922523
Archway Publishing rev. date: 2/5/14
Contents
Preface
Prologue
PART I
1 Grief
2 Love
3 Gifts
4 Friendship
5 Heaven
6 Reality
7 Moments
8 Change
9 Limbo
10 Beginnings
PART II
11 Gratitude
PART III
12 Mourning Joy
13 Hope
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
A Note About The Author
Notes
E L S
Preface
On May 1, 2004, I sat in my kitchen and gazed out a window. In the distance, beyond a flowering plum, over coal-colored rooftops and the hills and dales of a small suburb where I lived in Westchester County, New York, I could see the early morning sun rising brightly in a cloudless sky. The only sounds were those of the breath in my nose, the laughter of two passersby dressed in shorts, the clip-clip-clapping of their sneakers on pavement, and an inner voice whispering over and over, I promise. For a long time after the couple had faded from view, I stared blankly at a yellow-eyed grackle strutting about the front yard pecking dirt, and I wondered how I would ever be able to fulfill my promise. It was my sixteenth wedding anniversary, and my husband was dead.
Together to the end; when Edward Louis Sclier breathed his last breath, I was by his side, and my promise whispered in his ear was the last sound he heard.
I’ll write your story,
I said. I promise. I will let the whole world know just what you went through.
I said it. I meant it.
Ed’s dying words, Somebody should, haunt me.
Through the years, I have tried, without success, to get down on paper the personal story of an ordinary man who loved an ordinary woman in an extraordinary way. I confess I cannot get Ed Sclier’s story down on paper. I just cannot do it, and do it justice. I doubt I ever could. This book is more about me. It describes my grief journey, highlights the great man I fell in love with and married, the love we shared, and the woman I have become since my soul mate died. In describing certain events, I am brutally honest, and I know I face a tsunami of criticism for conveying feelings felt at a time when my life turned suddenly upside down. I understand that cancer is a serious illness. Please know that all opinions expressed here in my book regarding cancer and the treatment of it are my own. I know that in some cases, cancer is life-threatening, and I understand there are a lot of treatment options available that have been proven to be successful. Therefore, in no way should my personal opinions contained in this book be taken as advice or direction in any cancer patient’s personal treatment decisions. But perhaps, just perhaps, there is one widow out there reading my words, feeling as I felt. If so, and my words reach you, dear one reader, then that justifies and validates both of us. For me, it is one goal met and one promise fulfilled. As every widow learns, in order to heal and help fill the void after the death of a spouse, it is necessary and important that she give something back. In addition, in the writing of this book, I intentionally switched from past to present tense in some of the chapters. That said, let the chips fall where they may, and let the universe know, I offer this book up to Edward Louis Sclier in loving postscript: Accept this book as token of my sincere love and gratitude for all the respect, love, devotion, companionship, support, hope, and confidence you gave me, during and after our marriage. And, please, mark me paid in full.
My name is Linda Della Donna. This is my story.
Prologue
If you stand on the steps of the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong, you can see the sun rise over Central. Across murky water, through a misty harbor haze and pressed into the mountainside, is a sea of skyscrapers the colors of coal, wheat, and cinnamon. Each January, my husband, Edward Louis Sclier, traveled to Hong Kong to attend the annual toy fair held there. Lucky me, as his wife, I got to tag along. For more than seven years, starting each January 1, for several weeks, home was a tony suite at the Royal Garden Hotel in Kowloon. While Ed labored tirelessly in a stuffy hotel room meeting vendors from all over the world, plying his trade of selling giant teddy bears, porcelain dolls, stuffed tigers, multicolored caterpillars, and child-sized rag dolls for Goffa International, I was free to explore cobblestone streets, meet sidewalk vendors, eat noodle soup, shop till I dropped, and bond with my favorite city in the world. One day as I stood on the steps of the Peninsula Hotel gazing into the panoramic view of Central, I swore I heard voices saying someone would die. At the time I was ill and thought the voices meant me.
Later, when I returned to my hotel, I told my husband about the voices and what the voices said. I told him the message frightened me.
He said, You have some imagination, Linda. You should write a book.
Part I
MY LIFE AS I KNEW IT
- 1 -
GRIEF
Then finally this big yellow bus came around the corner.
And the brakes screeched very loud. And I had to cover my ears.
—Barbara Park’s storybook character Junie B. Jones
I placed a yellow rose on his chest; kissed his cheek, his forehead, his other cheek. I kissed his nose and lips and said good-night. I hugged him. I love you, I said. Forever, I said. Thank you for being my husband. Thank you for being my best friend.
It is Monday, May 3, 2004. The sky is gray as an elephant’s ear, and I am sitting numbly in a funeral parlor mourning the death of my husband. On the long list of ugly, this moment rockets to the top. My son, George, and his girlfriend, Colleen, sit on either side of me. I am surrounded by rows of people dressed in black. All color has vanished from my world. It is as if a light burning brightly simply turned off, and I want desperately to turn it back on, to be someplace else, any place else, and wake up to find this moment a terrible, horrible, giant mistake.
The scent of gladioli, roses, and carnations fills the air. George rises and walks to the center of the room. Extending his right hand, he places it firmly on my husband’s casket, bows his head, and pauses. He turns, steps to the podium, and faces the sea of inky mourners. The only sound I hear is the thump-thump of my heart and a thudding hush. My eyes fix on the blanket of roses spread out before me, and through the misty yellow haze the sound of George’s voice fades in, fades out, and echoes my brain.
"Ed was my father when my real father was not there for me. I love Ed. He was tough on me. But he did it because he wanted me to be a better man.
"My mother has asked me to say a few words for her. She wants you to know that she is forever indebted to Ed for his love. She says that his love made her feel special for sixteen years. She wishes she could have had sixteen times sixteen years more with the man who accepted her, loved her despite her lumps and bumps, and lovingly helped raise her son, me.
"Ed showed her the magic of travel—Hong Kong, Shanghai, Taipei, Alaska, St. Maarten, Chicago, New Orleans, New Mexico, and more.
"He taught her a sense for business. At least he tried to. She admits she wishes she had been a better student.
"My mother is proud to call herself Mrs. Edward Louis Sclier, and she will cherish his memory and love all the days of her life.
- 2 -
LOVE
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow.
But this same necessity of loving serves to counteract the grief and heals them.
—Tolstoy
There is a beach in Rye, New York. It sits adjacent to a spinning Ferris wheel on Long Island Sound. One sunny August afternoon amid the raucous laughter of barefoot children at play, I spread my blanket on its sandy shore, unfolded a frayed, multicolored webbed beach chair, and placed it alongside a friend. At the time I was a single parent. When not moonlighting as a waitress, I worked as a secretary for the New York Power Authority. I owned one bathing suit, some pink-and-gray one-piece thing I washed out and hung up to dry each evening after every outing. And thanks to a cheap beach pass, my Macy’s marked-down special, and a record high heat wave for the summer of 1986, I spent my weekends at water’s edge, gabbing with a strange lady and watching my eleven-year-old son dart about the blistering sand, catching bees in a butterfly net.
So when are you going to start dating?
Jill was an untidy woman, someone I’d met at the start of the season. Her