How a Widow Found Her Second Soul Mate
And then one rainy October afternoon in 2007, I found John sprawled on our bathroom floor. I called 911, screamed into the phone, gave him CPR—but there was nothing to do. He was dead from a sudden heart attack at 65. I was overcome with outrage, terror and hopelessness. It was as though my life had ended.
Losing my darling man was—and still is—a haunting experience. Eventually I felt myself moving from black to gray, emerging from some impenetrable darkness. But while I knew there was light somewhere down the road, I couldn't figure out how to reach it.
In 2010, at my friends' insistence, I set up a Match.com account—and met Will. He was curious, forthcoming and really cute. But the connection wasn't just about my need to be needed after becoming a widow—it was as if my capacity to feel joy had returned. So when the restaurant lost power about 40 minutes into our first date, I pulled Will close and kissed him. When the lights came back on, we both had this look that said, Oh, that was interesting!
We married in 2012, and now when I wake up, I lay my hand on Will's chest to make sure he's still there, and that we're together, and remember how lucky I am to have found someone again.