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James_2_24
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I just wanted to know how everyone feels about the subject of death and remarriage. I admit that this may sound a little selfish but I have a hard time thinking of my wife being with a another person if I died. On the other hand, I would not want her to be horrible the rest of her life over my death.
With that being said:
The thought of her saying all the things to another man that she would tell me, would make it feel like we had nothing unique. The thought of her making love with another man and being able to tell his person that he is the “one” for her, or “means the world to her.” Just doesn’t seem right to me.
Basically, one has to accept being a distant memory in this woman’s mind, slowly being erased by a new life and new memories.
I think of the times we would hold each other, be intimate, and have deep conversations. Then I think about the fact that these can be easily replaced with someone else, should I not be around. I can’t help but feel deep pain at that. It is the feeling of her “getting over” me.
I have a high respect for those who don’t remarry after the loss of a spouse. One such person would be my grandfather, who visited the grave of his deceased wife every sunday for 20-some years. To me that shows an undying devotion, love, and tells me she was truly irreplacable to him and that he did not want to dishonor her memory. There is something very heroic and honorable in that… It just seems right.
With that being said:
The thought of her saying all the things to another man that she would tell me, would make it feel like we had nothing unique. The thought of her making love with another man and being able to tell his person that he is the “one” for her, or “means the world to her.” Just doesn’t seem right to me.
Basically, one has to accept being a distant memory in this woman’s mind, slowly being erased by a new life and new memories.
I think of the times we would hold each other, be intimate, and have deep conversations. Then I think about the fact that these can be easily replaced with someone else, should I not be around. I can’t help but feel deep pain at that. It is the feeling of her “getting over” me.
I have a high respect for those who don’t remarry after the loss of a spouse. One such person would be my grandfather, who visited the grave of his deceased wife every sunday for 20-some years. To me that shows an undying devotion, love, and tells me she was truly irreplacable to him and that he did not want to dishonor her memory. There is something very heroic and honorable in that… It just seems right.