Finding True Love at 65

Just when I was about to give up, love found me

When my fiance Kim died after a 3 year battle with leukemia I felt broken, hollowed out inside. Totally numb, I was not living anymore, I just existed. I had never felt such soul-crushing sadness. I am certain many of you can relate.

Once the realization of her death took hold the drinking began. 6 to 10 shots of straight whiskey after work so the numbness would replace, at least for the evening, the despair of knowing all of our plans and dreams were gone forever.

I went through the motions of life; eat, drink, work, and sleep. I use to curse the alarm every morning I woke up, depressed I was still alive for another meaningless day. That was life until 3 years ago. My cousin rescued me and saved my life, moving me out to where I currently live. I still felt broken and empty inside but for the first time in the 8 years since my fiancee died, I felt a small glimmer of hope.

Knowing what I had been through she and her husband gave me time to heal. Slowly over the months the good times with Kim, her sweet voice and laugh, eased the pain of her loss, and the unwarranted feelings of guilt over decisions I had to make as her medical power of attorney. Now I could look back at our 3 years together, knowing every decision I made was out of love for her…