I had several milestone events that occurred during my husband’s bout with Stage IV cancer. Many friends came together and surprised me with a beautiful party, but I missed not having my husband there by my side, as he was at home, in hospice care.
Several months earlier, I retired from my profession as an art teacher, having decided to give all my attention to caring for my husband Chuck.
And is widowhood the proper time to fall in love again?
The end of love and death For many people, romantic love forms an essential aspect of their lives; without love, life may seem worthless, devoid of meaning.
I’ve gone through a couple boyfriends since Mark died. I’ve gone on a number of crappy first dates through Plenty of Fish.
One was just for fun (George – he was my happy place) and the other I thought was my chapter 2 (my Metalhead Poet) but wasn’t. I had almost decided that I’m not destined to find love again.
(literally – I said to him “I’m going to kill you if you don’t let me sleep).
Told him flat out that I didn’t want to date him, and that I was happy to be friends but for a number of reasons (the fight being one of them) I didn’t want to date him.
For widows, is loving again worth the effort of having to adjust to another person?
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I remember traveling downtown to “put in my papers,” and after my exit interview when I stood up to leave the retirement office, the gentleman who had been assisting me said, “Congratulations you are now retired.
You should know that this will be the start of a new way of living.” I left, caught a cab and, as the car passed through Ground Zero, on a misty rainy afternoon, I wasn’t sure how I should be feeling.