A recent visit by my grandson was wonderful, especially since I had not seen him since Christmas. He reminds me so much of his grandfather with his great "Irish" sense of humor, his blue eyes and dark hair, his lanky physique. Although I lost my husband 10 years ago, I started dreaming about him again after my grandson's visit. In these dreams, he is no longer a part of my life. He is busy doing his own thing.
There is another love in my dreams, as there is my life. But, please know, all you widows and widowers out there, it may be "til death do us part," but for some of us the bonds are eternal. Never really broken.
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