Elizabeth Edwards wearing fuchsia, of course, with the Sorry-Ass-Excuse guy.
When I heard yesterday that Elizabeth Edwards’ health had taken a turn for the worse, I knew that couldn’t be good… I hoped she would make it through the end of the year for her kids’ sake, as I remember a comment she made when she her cancer had returned—that she planned to stick around until the youngest was 18 (or something like that)…
I liked Elizabeth Edwards. She was smart, funny, real, classy, strong, outspoken, determined, unpretentious and a fierce mother. I like it that it didn’t bother her to buy a blouse at Goodwill. I thought she would make a terrific First Lady—waaay better than the Ketchup Lady (with that ridiculously long name: Maria Teresa Thierstein Simões Ferreira Heinz Kerry and snooty attitude to boot).
[Note: I think that big ol’ mansion (28,000+ square feet!) the Edwards bought in 2007 was partly a response to Mrs. Kerry refusing to spend the night at the Edwards’ previous house. Too small? Too tacky for her?]
In her first book, Saving Graces, Elizabeth talked about a Song Book she created for the campaign trail—a binder with the sheet music to all the classic tunes. She made everyone in the campaign bus sing along with her. I got a kick out that and would have loved to get a copy of her Song Book to see what tunes were in it. (I bet I could have accompanied her with my clarinet on the Sinatra standards!)
I wrote about Elizabeth’s book in a previous blog last year—as the grief she expressed over the loss of her son Wade really got to me. I had never read such raw emotion before. The French call it a cri de coeur—an anguished outcry—or literally translated as “a cry from the heart.”
She endured that pain with grace and courage and then ran into cancer. I always wondered if there was any connection to the emotional stress of her son dying and the weakening of the immune system that stress causes, which then allows diseases to take hold.
There had to be. I think there is an emotional component to any illness. When people get sick I think, What’s really bugging them?
Depak Chopra calls “disease” a “dis-ease,” meaning you are not at ease in your life. Same idea…
That brings me to the topic of her marriage to John Edwards. I think it was in Elizabeth’s second book, Resilience, which she said the one thing she told her husband from Day One was not to cheat on her. It seemed like that would not happen in a million years.
But maybe her spirit knew something we all didn’t see…
I have nothing but disgust for that Sorry-Ass Excuse of a husband and man.
I think the betrayal she suffered from the SAE hastened her demise. I think her anger fueled her for a while, and then the sadness of filing for divorce and the loneliness of battling cancer without her spouse had to have taken a toll on her emotional strength that she needed to survive.
Elizabeth Edwards left a positive impression on me and I’m sure millions of other Americans. But now she is in heaven with Wade and perhaps they’re signing from her Song Book…
The Edwards compound on 102 acres in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Now Elizabeth is in a even bigger and better place...
My previous blog about ELizabeth:
http://fuchsiawoman.com/blog/live/elizabeth-edwards-how-are-you-your-husband-owes-me-money/
