Marrying An Older Man Meant Widowhood at 34


young widow
A widow reflects on the death of her much older husband.

Over time I realized that he wasn't "gone," he was just in a different form. I can still feel his presence at times. Love never dies—not even death can end it.

Before he died, he told me to remarry and live happy; I was too young to be single and alone. I took a couple of years to get to know myself again before finding my current husband. He, too, is perfect for me. We're a match made in Heaven, if you know what I mean.