Many things have happened in my life over the last few years and not all of them have to do with being a widow and while I do believe that mourning a person; that is, the missing of their presence in your life, never really ends, I do believe that when you have done the hard work of grief sometimes life can begin anew.
I met L and asked him out on a date before I realized I was head over heels in love with Don. L has been there for me since I began Seminary until graduation and ever since. He was there when I married Don and he was there when Don died, he was the friend I called when I fell apart and couldn’t hold it all together anymore and he has been there whenever I needed him.
We began dating in July of 2016. We went for ice cream with only one umbrella on a night when two were definitely in order. He brought me home to my friend’s house and he dried off in her living room while her three dogs checked him out thoroughly. After passing all canine examinations I walked him to the door and he kissed me goodnight.
A goodnight kiss from someone you have been friends with for many years can be pretty scary. It is a kiss that changes the friendship no matter what. His kiss that night told me that I would never ever think of him the same way again.
Two weeks ago he kissed me again. It was another kiss that told me that I would never ever think of him the same way again. It was a kiss that took place after he got up from being down on one knee to ask me a question, a question that I answered yes to. The question that we will both soon say “I do” to.
We are engaged to be married.by