You are oh so right about the short-term memory taking a vacation.
Mine never truly came back 100%.
When my husband died in 1996, all I had for support in rural Vermont in the middle of the night was AOL's widow's support chat. One night, I was feeling sorry for myself and blathered on about how we'd only been married five months, blah blah blah. A young woman there spoke up: she'd lost the only guy she'd ever dated. They'd finally married New Year's Eve, and she was told ON VALENTINE'S DAY (yes, less than two months later) that he'd been killed in a training accident (he was a Navy Seal). There's always someone who seems to have it worse than you, whatever you feel is "worst."
Richard died in Nov 1996 (we'd been together 3 years almost exactly), I met Rick in Feb 1999 and we started dating shortly thereafter and married in Sep 2000. So I'm a bit shy of three years (precocious child that I am), and I started dating about 18 months after Richard died. I dated three other people before I met Rick, and I knew it was him first time we met.
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Mine never truly came back 100%.
When my husband died in 1996, all I had for support in rural Vermont in the middle of the night was AOL's widow's support chat. One night, I was feeling sorry for myself and blathered on about how we'd only been married five months, blah blah blah. A young woman there spoke up: she'd lost the only guy she'd ever dated. They'd finally married New Year's Eve, and she was told ON VALENTINE'S DAY (yes, less than two months later) that he'd been killed in a training accident (he was a Navy Seal). There's always someone who seems to have it worse than you, whatever you feel is "worst."
Richard died in Nov 1996 (we'd been together 3 years almost exactly), I met Rick in Feb 1999 and we started dating shortly thereafter and married in Sep 2000. So I'm a bit shy of three years (precocious child that I am), and I started dating about 18 months after Richard died. I dated three other people before I met Rick, and I knew it was him first time we met.
On the Robin Williams flick -- a guy from the office asked me out to see it when it came out. He'd lost his fiancé and knew I was a widow, and neither of us wanted to see it alone. We bawled like babies. No chemistry between us, but it was nice to have that moment of shared experience, and it was what convinced me that I needed to find someone who understood loss.