Anonymous wrote:I imagine life is incredibly lonely after you've had the experience of sharing it with someone. What about it do you not want to accept?
+1 My father died at 52, leaving my mother a widow at 46. We were really happy for her when she found a BF remarried 51. I was 26, my siblings were 33, 29 and 28. It could be kind of odd because they were living in my childhood home and we were all used to treating it as our home. My mother's DH had 6 kids, the youngest was my age. It was kind of odd having someone else treat 'my' home as 'their' home. I mean, they weren't living there but their dad was and he and my mom made it clear they were just as welcome anytime like we were. That was the correct thing to do, just a little odd for us.
My mom is now 82 and widowed again (two DHs, with marriages 23+ years each). She's lonely. I wish she'd find someone. My grandmother, my mom's mom, was similarly twice widowed and missing having someone in her life like that. Glad my DH is 4.5 years younger than me. Maybe I won't be widowed too early!