Putnam's Son's. Read the Review. My name is Roger Folger, I'm sixty-one years old, and I'm a widower. My wife, Stella, went to Heaven two years ago at the age of fifty-nine, mainly, Dr.
Rappaport said, from consuming a pack of cigarettes a day. I was married to Stella for thirty-eight years and like most marriages, some of it was good and some of it was not perfect. I'm afraid she might say the same thing or something different. What I didn't expect is that she would go to Heaven before me. I was crazy enough to think I could decide who died first. But it was Stella who made the decisions in the family, including this one.
She was the strong one in the family and everyone had to follow her. She decided where we went on vacation, what movie we were going to see, when we went out for dinner and when we stayed home. The kids called her "Mrs. McNamara, the leader of the band. In my immediate family Stella left behind my forty-year-old son, Timmy, who works with poor kids in the Bronx, and my thirty-eight-year-old daughter, Sarah, who can be a bit of a problem.
Sarah still lives at home with me and my mother, Mimi, who drove Stella crazy throughout our marriage. Do I miss Stella? The answer is very much. I'm very lonely without her. The only thing that makes it at all livable is that I talk to her every night. I know it sounds crazy, but we converse without any problem, she in Heaven, I in my bedroom.
We've been doing it ever since she passed away. How it got started is that a week after she was buried I went to the cemetery to put flowers on her grave and said how much I missed her.
