Life After Widowhood
A couple of days ago, I got an e-mail from an old university friend of my wife’s. We’d lost touch over twenty years ago and it cheered me up to get a communication from the past.
But it was this piece that made me laugh and feel that I have a future.
My father remarried at 81 to his 79-year-old widowed girlfriend. They had been neighbours and sweet on each other at school at 18 and 16 and we knew them both on and off when we came on leave from India as kids. So great celebrations, for they were both extrovert and they had 4 happy years talking all the time before they went. He died in 1996 and last year one of the banks in Belfast found an overlooked account, so I bought another oriental carpet to go with the one he gave me for my 21st in Kashmir.
I talked to her on the phone for an hour this morning and it was good to hear a voice from when times were for looking forward, rather than looking back. It also turned out that her parents had been married for fifty years.
So some people do find another life after widowhood.
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