As if courting her all over again, widower visits grave of wife to ward off loneliness
A love that is unconditional knows no boundaries – not even death.
A love that is unconditional knows no boundaries – not even death.
I am 79 years old and a widower for the past four. The first two years were unbearable. I have four children, all professionals who have families of their own. Two are in the US, the other two are staying not far from me.
I caught a pretty face in a flash on the TV screen, quick and easy, like a mirage in a desert of vast emptiness. Perhaps the pretty face was an oasis for my parched and lonely soul. That was in May 1984, right after I lost my wife, Tinette Rivera, who died of cerebral hemorrhage. I suddenly found myself a widower, shocked, confused, desolate and mourning.
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