When my wife died, 30 years ago, this year, it left me feeling like a neutron bomb site. The building, my body was standing, and fine, but everything inside was dead. Were it not for our five year old, my future would not be what it is today.
It taught me that one does not get over being in love with another, but that one does learn how to move on, and with luck, love again. It takes time, the amount varies for each person, but there does come a time, depending on one’s age, where love reignites.
Life is beautiful, what happens in it may or may not be, but life itself is.
For me, getting by meant coming to terms with my sorrow, that was wracking me. For me, that meant identifying the source of the sorrow, being the death of my wife, and realizing, that the only way to remove that, would be to never have known her. If that was the only way to remove the agony, then the agony was a blessing, for would not have wanted to go through life without knowing her or living with her or loving her.
After her, men again entered my life, despite my son’s request for a new mother. Have been with my present partner for two decades plus now, and am very thankful for him.
My Lenny’s memory be a blessing for you.