I didn't want to threadjack Sharon's post about Hopeful Hearts, so I started a new post here because I would like to hear some thoughts and opinions.
I have been widowed less than 3 months so I am absolutely nowhere close to being at the point of considering life with another companion. Oddly enough, however, people HAVE said things like "You're young, you might find someone else." (I'm 54). So that has made me think of that faraway possibility in the distant future. And here is what I don't get:
I was with Steve for over half of my life and he was the father of my children so it goes without saying that no one will ever have the place in my heart that is reserved for just him. That doesn't mean I couldn't someday be attracted to someone else.............we are human, after all, and widowhood can be a very lonely place. But I believe in the afterlife, as I am sure many of you do, as well. And although I will do my best to live as well and as long as I can, I look forward to that wonderful day that I can finally be reunited with Steve in Heaven. It is that hope, in fact, that keep me from being completely devastated at the loss of the love of my life.
So if you meet and fall in love with someone else, how does that work when you get to Heaven? Is it true that we can only have one TRUE love and that is the person you will be reunited with for all of eternity? Or does it all just work out because God and Heaven are perfect? I really don't know.................no one does, of course, but I don't want to get to Heaven and see Steve and say "Oh, yeah, Honey, I have another great love in my life." At my age I could possibly live another 30 years but that is a blink of the eye compared to all eternity.
Any thoughts on this?
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