I was 63 and we had been married for 41 years when my late wife passed away from Cancer.
I supported her for the four years it took to die (!) and sat at her side for the last two months, only going out for a quick walk or supply session when the palliative nurses visited twice a day. (In Canada, a free service.)
After it was all over and my daughters had returned to their normal lives, I screamed myself hoarse in the house.
She didn’t answer. – She was gone – FOREVER.
Someone suggested that I should be a dance partner on a cruise ship. Why not? I had lost my job to a corporate bankruptcy and was free for while.
I took the necessary dance courses and flew to Valparaiso, Chile.
After one month dancing with many, many women I had made up my mind. I like women and I want one in my life again.
I worked Match dot com with a real and honest profile, had coffee dates with seventeen and were no further ahead until – I met my 18th date, a widow my age.
We got married three years later, after I had proposed on the second level of the Eiffel Tower with a $ 1.00 aluminum ring from the Dollarstore.
It was cold and rainy. The blurry picture was taken by a chilled Norwegian teenager who was nearby.
She said yes. We are celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary next month.