…It’s an elusive feeling this time. The grief. The heartbreak. This makes it all final. Rick is gone and he’s never coming back. Another man is holding my hand, telling me he’s crazy about me, kissing me, “smitten” with me. And it’s one of the most bittersweet things I’ve encountered on this long, complicated grief journey.
I guess it’s time to revisit the Hope for Widows blogs that I skipped before, the ones that were written by widows who found their “chapter twos.” I had no reason to read them. In fact, looking back, I think it actually made me uncomfortable to ponder the idea that I would ever find a man who would hold my interest. I finally embraced the idea of dating, but didn’t ever truly envision more than that. It’s time to read the accounts of other widows who’ve gone this way before. To see that I’m not alone in what I’m feeling….
