Finding love once more.
Finding love once more. I had been married to the most wonderful woman a man could ever wish for or hope to find. We had raised two children, one of each and had six grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. Ours had been a happy, for the most part, partnership sharing in the highs and lows of life. But sadly, after a visit to the doctor and subsequent blood tests, it was confirmed that Jen had bowel cancer, inoperable and terminal. Hers was mercifully a short battle before succumbing to that most dreadful of diseases. I thought my life was over. Rattling around in our apartment and wondering what to do with myself. I kept the place clean, did the laundry and shopped for one, all with the feeling that, perhaps, she would come back one day, …