Velvette, I lost three before I was out of my 30s. How long does she have to wait to make you guys happy? Three years? Five years? Ten years?
I know this may be hard for any of you to understand, but grief is like a head injury. You walk around in a daze. You feel like you have a concusion. Your lucky if you can remember your own phone number... and you know what... after a while you are sick of it.
You don't want to spend forever feeling sad. Once you've cried for six straight months all you want to do is stop crying. You just don't want to be in "grief" anymore. You want to get on with life. Want? Hell, you fight to get back into life.
A lot of us start trying to date to soon after our spouses die. A lot of us who fall into the heading of young widows and widowers have to deal with all the spinning emotion of trying to put one foot in front of another just so we can go out to dinner and a movie with somebody when we start dating again... and just as your fighting to get on with living again - your heart is being pulled out of your fucking throat on that first date with every bite of dinner you try to eat.
The first girl I went out with was a grade A asshole. I wasn't a bad person or a mean person. I wasn't so uninteresting that she couldn't have at least sat through soup and pasta. Try to imagine what it is like the first time you get the balls up to go out on a date - and you get dumped like Typhoid Mary as soon as your date learns you are a widower. Getting dumped on your first date is really fun. (Don't ask for a doggy bag. You won't feel like eating.) My "date" made the same assumption so many others have... that there is some set time limit on how long you are supposed to wait... that there is a set time limit that is respectful to wait... that you are just a fucked up basket case for (FILL IN THE BLANK) amount of years... so you are to be properly avoided till then.
Guess what. You are ready to start dating WHEN YOU ARE READY. You are ready to get engaged WHEN YOU ARE READY. You are ready to marry again WHEN YOU ARE READY.
I watched my first fiancee disappear. Never to be heard from again. My second killed herself the year I met my wife. I married my wife in the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital... and when she went into a coma... I picked her unconscious up from the bed in the Emergency Room and carried her out the door... and walked a mile or so home with her in my arms because I promised her she could die at home.
I met my girlfriend a year and two months after my wife's funeral.
She was someone wonderful... someone spectacular. Was I supposed to tell her... oh... put your life on hold for a couple years until it is socailly acceptable for us to begin to see each other.
Fuck that. On my first wedding anniversary... my girlfriend celebrated it with me. She's a unique woman with intelligence,class and insight. Our house is filled with laughter... and it feels good.
Sorry to be such a socially unacceptable dickhead.