She and my father were college sweethearts and had enjoyed a long and happy marriage. The only time I remember seeing her cry was when the love of her life died after over 50 years of marriage. Mom, meanwhile, was always practical and had a positive outlook on life. Although I met some interesting men, none was a long-term prospect. And as the years went by, I entered the senior dating sites. I even had a prayer I would say from time to time, in hopes of someday crossing paths with The One.
I just hadn’t gone around the right corner, or the moon and stars hadn’t yet lined up in the sky. I always felt I would eventually meet that special person.
I enjoyed dating, but I was also busy with a career, traveling, family, friends, sorority sisters, an active book club, etc. Because, she felt, what’s the point?Īt that point, I had been single for many years after a second failed marriage. Before she moved in with me over 10 years ago at age 80, she told me she would not meet anyone I was dating until I had been out with them at least three times.
