How could I Iove ever again. I had the perfect life with my husband. I couldn't be happier. My life was perfect. Unfortunately my perfect life was interupted by a terminal disease. My husband past to early, to early for his age and our life together.  When my husband past I swore off ever falling in love again. Why would I want to love again... throw my heart out there only to get hurt? I had loved and been loved so deeply I never felt that any love could even come close to the "love of my life". But as the old saying goes you " you find something when you don't look for it" That is what happened to me and this is my story about how I found love in a new way...... long distance.

After my husband past I never thought falling in love was going to happen. I wasn't looking ofr it.  I didn't want it but it did manage to find me.  And to make matters worse and I managed to fall in love with someone that lived in a different state.

I want to share my experiences and advice and hopefully you will share yours. Between us maybe you can find and keep love when you least expect it.

My husband was incredible we loved and played hard. I never thought anyone would come close to the bond I had with him. My husband gave me a perfect life I couldn't ask for anything more than I had. He gave me everything and everything we had was perfect. His life was cut short due to ALS (other wise known as Lou Gehrig disease). Who would have guessed I finally had happiness and as quick as I had it ...... it was taken by an evil terminal disease. When my husband past I never thought I could love again. I didn't want to love again. Losing someone you love was so painful, I didn't want to do that again. I had many friends that helped me through my loss it was incredible. I grieved, I cried, I cussed and shouted. Months passed and slowly I started to smile again. There was still times I would look up and yell. Times I would hide and miss him ... but I noticed not as much as I use to. 

As time past my life started to level out. I had the help of friends. One friend in particular. My husbands childhood friend was so kind. He listened to me cry. He listened to me cuss, shout and cry more. He shared stories and memories that made me laugh. He reminded how my husband was so full of life. Me standing still, not moving forward in life. Not living... just grieving was not what my husband would have wanted. Me sitting around crying would not make him happy. I had to live and move forward and let my late husband smile down on me. Be proud... he always lived his life to fullest and I needed to do the same.

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