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Carrying on

Lynne Steuerle Schofield ’99’s essay, “Grief and Gratitude,” touched me deeply with its fearless self-examination. If my husband had not died in 2011, just shy of our 30th anniversary, I would never have worked in the Congo twice with Doctors Without Borders, my son would not have matured as he has, and I would not have the delight of sharing my home with my daughter, son-in-law, and new granddaughter. I miss my husband always, sometimes with a vague ache, sometimes a sharp pang. As many bereaved whom I know personally and professionally, I live with sadness enveloped in a sense of great good fortune. 

—Berthan Fuchsman-Small ’72, Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue, Quebec, Canada