I had been doing a really good job of holding my feelings in for quite some time, but, on this day, I had mixed emotions, which I could feel beginning to seep through the seams.
I wasn’t really able to celebrate, but I wanted to cry and did shed a tear as I headed toward home to my unknown future.
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.
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The reality of the events that were taking place in my life was a joy killer that snatched away any chance of happiness or even the feeling of slightest happiness. We were at the mercy of circumstances that didn’t ask permission to be invited into our lives.
Just a year earlier, in the summer of 2007, I had surprised Chuck with a wonderful party on the rooftop of a brand-new Manhattan restaurant on the occasion of 60th birthday. The weather was perfect and some 40 friends joined us for food, drink and the best, best music.
When Sophie Townsend, a widowed mother-of-two, began to navigate the trails of virtual matchmaking, she uncovered a weird world inhabited by faux feminists, shocking spellers, and a vegan who refused to eat during a dinner date as he'd just devoured a banana.A few years had passed since her husband's death when friends of the Sydney-based author and creative audio specialist, started urging her to "get back out there"."Compared to 'out there' I kind of quite like 'in here'," she said."'In here' is where you put on your jim jams and eat your secret stash of Tim Tams."It had been decades since Sophie had been single so any kind of dating seemed surreal.Her experience of dating was that it was relatively effortless — she basically tripped over her husband at work and the relationship went from there."I miss my husband desperately and always will," she said."The hardest thing about dating as a widow?I just don’t know if he is really ready for his next life.Sometimes I wonder if I am just a “test run.” —Worried” Okay stop!