This coming Tuesday, May 1, will be my 61st birthday. I certainly enjoyed my first year of being in my 60s, mostly because I was not 59 any longer. My 59th year on this planet was filled with sadness and heartbreak as the love of my life passed away—the basis for this blog. I've written previously about my 60th birthday celebration in Palm Springs, but now that another full year has passed, I can step back a bit and look at the bigger picture of the previous twelve months.
Eight of the twelve months of 2011 came after my birthday and I can see the progress I've made getting used to the idea that Dennis is no longer here. As I've stated more than once, I will never "get over it" (how does one 'get over' a 30 year relationship) but I am learning to live with it—as difficult as that can be at times. I still don't know what the future holds—who of us does?—but I am approaching it with an open mind. Even though I live alone and at times I do feel lonely, I know that I'm never alone. There are many people who care about me and are there for me whenever I need them. That is a reassuring thought.
And looking into the future, I do not foresee another relationship like I had with Dennis. That seems to me to be as remote a possibility as anything I can think of; I just can't imagine having what we had—again. And if I can't have something like what I had, what's the point? After all, how many times can destiny creep into one person's life?
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