Dear Editor (Greenwich Times);
I’m 88 years old and I’ve lived in Greenwich for 45 years. A few months ago, my wife Bertha left this great veil of tears and I was grief stricken. I was surprised how suicidal one can become when you lose a loved one.
When I was mourning my wife’s departure, I was thinking and asking myself many questions. What is it all about? What is the meaning of our lives? What is the real purpose of our struggle and spiritual hunger? Our victories and achievements? Our sacrifices and suffering? What are we living for? What are we after?
I believe you’ll discover, as I did, that love is what it’s all about.
The love of God and man, and when you have found out what it’s all about, you’ll know that the object of life is...
not to be smart but wise,
not to be rich, but generous,
not to be a racist or bigot but tolerant,
not to be powerful but loving,
not to serve yourself but to serve humanity,
with courage and charity.