By Ellen Greene
Once upon a time I played the role of fairy godmother in a true life love story. It was twenty years ago this month, my friend Sheila reminded me yesterday in an email.
Marsh and I were living in Shanghai, China in 1992 when we received old fraternity buddy Walter’s sad, shocking news. His wife and our dear friend, Kathy, 45, had died of cancer at home in Connecticut. Walter felt relieved that the battle was over and resigned, at age 60, to continuing on alone with the things the two of them enjoyed. Travel was their special passion. He would never give that up, he said, and he hoped our paths would cross again soon.
Meanwhile Sheila, my roommate at University of Wisconsin, Madison during the Vietnam war protest years, was now divorced and living in Massachusetts. She had traveled a long, tortuous road that left her wrung out and afraid of taking another chance at love. Besides, she had two kids to raise, and mothering would always be Job One, she said.