Perhaps the No. 1 story of the week skidded past you – Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg, widow, started dating too soon after her beloved husband’s sudden death last year.
Hooray for Ms. Sandberg.
For four consecutive days, she has been brutalized on social media for daring to date less than a year after her husband died.
What seems to bother these narcissistic nabobs of negativism is that she called her late husband “the love of my life” and now is searching for a new man, While her late husband was at least as much of a corporate genius as she, his willingness to step back, early in their marriage, allowed her to rise, corporately, to unparalleled heights.
She should sit on a curb and weep, say Right Supremacists, to prove her sincerity.
I say, may these rabbit-eared, typically single or unhappily married Right Supremacists consume a plate of ashes at their every meal.
Right Supremacists crave support for their miserable lives, their desperate outlooks. They want surviving spouses to be as gloomily unhappy as they are. Never having been widowed, they know exactly how drearily you should comport yourself for the rest of your days.
As a widower, I have heard the identical uninvited, unwelcome, unappreciated criticism from family and friends, proud members of the Interferers Union.
In the only dimension of their grim lives where they ooze self-confidence, these interference experts believe men should wait at least two years before dating.
Ha.
They may enjoy coming home every night to a black, noiseless existence.
I don’t – and won’t.
Here is a bucket. Go to the nearest cemetery. Don’t leave until you have filled the leaky bucket with your insincere busybody tears.
Her Story
The 46-year-old Ms. Sandberg was widowed last May. Dave Goldberg, 47, her husband of 11 years and father of her two children, dropped dead of a heart attack.
After the New York Post reported Tuesday that over Oscars weekend, Ms. Sandberg was seen cuddling with video games exec Bobby Kotick, billionaire and longtime friend, the Right Supremacist explosion of babbling torture started.
When my Diane died last summer, I said about her what Ms. Sandberg did about Mr. Goldberg.
I have heard from the same types of chatter children who seek to punish Ms. Sandberg. I wish her the same strength I have been fortunate to summon.
