Article February 10, 2003 Issue

finding love again

BY Christopher Michael

I HAD IMPOSSIBLY HIGH EXPECTATIONS. My wife was unique. I felt lucky to have found one person like that. The odds of finding two seemed astronomical. But that's where I found myself in November 1989, when, after a sudden fatal illness, she was gone.

We had met in a fencing class in college. For me at least, it was love at first sight. I was hooked by the way she scowled at me when I scored against her. We were married when we were still just kids, grew up together, molded our lives around each other, and made it (somehow) through the bad times.

Now, nothing was the same.

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