of seen in much alter within. The confusing time in adjusting where things were put. A time to come to terms with much more. The hardness that comes with loss. The soften in life hiccups never mattering again. The intermix a lot of us experience when we have a loss of a spouse.
My Auntie became a widow for the second time, last night ... she has never been alone. She married straight on leaving home. Her first husband passed away when they reached their seventies. Her to be second husband, his brother too lost his wife in the same season. They became close. And eventually married. They had been married for just over a decade, I think. Older love found, beautiful...
Those of us who are left, when a partner passes. The mixture of those that never marry again, and those who do. And those who have a relationship, but not marry again. The displaced. The ready again to spark a romance, holiday or not ... and the chuckles that I still had it, last summer! Though I declined! The next generation tickled too, though not surprised.
Apparently no one will be surprised if I announced I had a boyfriend! I wonder why that is ?!
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