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I don’t really know how to describe my dilemma well, so I will just lay out the facts and ask for any insight that anyone might have.
My life as a whole is going better now than it has in a long time. I am happily married to a marvelous (devout Catholic) lady, have 2 children who are also doing better than they have in several years, and am happily making retirement plans and looking forward to a life of enjoyment and not precisely ease but at least contentment.
The fly in this ointment is that none of this would have been even remotely possible had my first wife not died unexpectedly while I was out shopping for the weekly groceries. There are other aspects to the story, but I can’t really get into them without it sounding like I am blaming her for the entire situation, and I cannot honestly do that.
But I guess the basic question/conundrum here is, why did someone have to die for me to find my happiness?
My life as a whole is going better now than it has in a long time. I am happily married to a marvelous (devout Catholic) lady, have 2 children who are also doing better than they have in several years, and am happily making retirement plans and looking forward to a life of enjoyment and not precisely ease but at least contentment.
The fly in this ointment is that none of this would have been even remotely possible had my first wife not died unexpectedly while I was out shopping for the weekly groceries. There are other aspects to the story, but I can’t really get into them without it sounding like I am blaming her for the entire situation, and I cannot honestly do that.
But I guess the basic question/conundrum here is, why did someone have to die for me to find my happiness?