I was just watching the end of an old Andy Griffith episode.
The episode deals with a husband and wife relationship where the wife constantly nagged the husband and he drank as a result. This led him to leave her and rather than admit she’d be dumped, she pretended he’d died.
After a time the husband returned to town and he and his wife had to figure out how to deal with the situation. At the end of the episode the husband, named Tom, told Andy that he and his wife and been out to ‘his grave’.
Andy joked about it but Tom responded that they had decided the grave was real. The man who drank, the man who was henpecked, the man who was driven away from his wife, that man *was* dead and buried.
What a wonderful way of dealing with things. I’m not suggesting that we go to the extent they did, but when it comes to our loved ones, our family and friends, shouldn’t we all try to take the problems, the issues, the petty arguments and just agree that they are dead and buried ?
Food for thought during this lunch hour.