The second year is trying to figure out who I am without him. Even though he was 18 years older than me, I never really thought about life without him. He was in much better physical shape than me. Which is why dying of prostate cancer (which most people diagnosed with end up dying of something else) sucks. Fortunately for him, he had enough time and enough energy, to get his little Maui house together ... better than he expected.
This Maui neighborhood has about 110 homes. Sidewalk on each of the three streets and the outer perimeter circle. I do a walk about every other day or so and about once a week I park on the front lanai to see what's happening. Today I met another widow.
She moved here in September. Her husband died of a heart attack, at home. Eight years ago. We had a nice long conversation and exchanged email and phone numbers. She's lucky enough to have a little Havanese dog named Jody ... which is how we met ... she was out walking her!
My friends/neighbors/caretakers sold their house to another widow! We all seem to be close in age so we may just start the Piilani Village II Widow Club. Good to have mentors in this journey.
I wanted to use the graphic below but when I looked it up ....
A container of three REUSABLE actual rubber condoms!
From the 1920's