On Wed, 11 May 2011 17:35:15 -0400, Wes
wrote:

Don Foreman wrote:

I miss that playful banter a lot every day. It was a significant part
of our everyday life. We loved amusing each other with the sometimes
pungent verbal ping pong that always resulted in laughter.

Heck Don, I still miss my ex at times. There were good times along with the bad times
that lead to ending the marriage.

I hope you run into someone, when you are ready, that can replace some of what you have
lost.

Soldier on,

Wes

Soldiering on as well as a 69-year-old vet can soldier.

I won't even think about replacement until I've finished grieving
enough to be happily solo and not needy. That takes a while. Don't
know how long that might take but I'd guess most of a year. That's
not a pleasant prospect but nobody ever promised that life would
always be fun. I've low-crawled this sharp-rock terrain before,
unwillingly divorced at about age 40 with young family ripped from me.
Then Mary happened in my life. That was miracle 1.

I already know that no one could ever replace what I've lost. That's
impossible because the relationship I've lost was crafted by both of
us over most of three decades. Well, maybe two decades because we
finally married in 2001 and our lives since then were shared joy every
single day. It really was that good. We made it so as job 1.

I presuumably will eventually get thru the grieving process to where
I'm ready and able to build anew if opportunity should occur. I must
get comfortable living alone in my own skin before I even think about
new relationships. New will not be replacement, it will be new and
different. Probably strange at first, a bit scarey for both parties,
and it may not work for one or the other of us for whatever reason,
but good **** does happen now and then. Hope is not a strategy but
openness to change sometimes works well.

I have had two miracles in my lifetime. The first was when I found
and won Mary after most of a year of healing from a divorce I didn't
want but was inevitable. The second was when I survived May of
2008. Several medical professionals asked me if I had any idea how
lucky I was to survive that.

There have been recent days when I have doubted how lucky I was to
survive that, but I did get another very happy couple of years with
Mary before she checked out way too soon.

Soldiering on.