When my Ellen died in 1914 I wanted to die myself. She was so important to me, and I felt like I needed her support to survive. The war in Europe was making my life difficult, and without my wife my life seemed almost worthless. I continually could be heard muttering ?My God, What am I to do?? My life gained new meaning when I met Edith Bolling Galt. She was the widow of Norman Galt and left quite and impression on me. It was after a long day and I had just come back from a game of golf with the Dr. Grayson we were coming into the White House to clean up for tea. That March there was a lot of rain and so my shoes were covered in mud. As I was walking down the hall out of the elevator came my cousin, Helen Bones (who was acting as Mistress of the White House since Ellen?s death) and Mrs. Galt. Her shoes were also muddy, but there was life in her eyes. We quickly decided to have tea together and during the tea Edith made me laugh twice. I have not laughed since Ellen?s death! Love, I think, followed quickly. Edith was someone I could talk to and share my burdens with. I wrote to her everyday, sometimes two or three times. Her friendship with Helen made it easy for us to see each other. We had Edith over for dinner around three times a week. I had not known her three months before I knew that it was Edith, and Edith alone, that could make my life complete. My campaign advisers were worried about the effect my marriage, so soon after Ellen?s death, would have on my bid for reelection. I was not worried about that. I loved Edith and wanted her by my side to support me everyday. We were married December 18th 1915 in her house. Her mother gave her away. It did not hurt my standing at all. As I knew would happen, the public fell in love with Edith.