The letter said that when you lose a spouse it is normal to want to date, usually sooner rather than later.I felt guilty even thinking about the possibility and could not fathom the idea of dating so soon after my husband had died. I was worried you would never want to date again after Mark.In 1988 she earned a spot as a swimmer at the Olympic Trials. She lives in Texas with her sons Connor and Brannon.

After losing a spouse, putting your heart on the line may feel like the last thing in the world you want to do.

However, by interacting intimately with others you may find a little bit more of yourself.

With time I pray that my fears and know I'm just going to have to give myself more time to heal and just let things happen in their own time.

For some people, bedding down happens on date number one; for others, not until vows are said.

Third, I needed to fully embrace the feeling of being attracted to another person. But in that same moment, I stumbled upon a profile of an attractive man whose profile made me smile.

I decided to trust that my body was telling me ‘it’s OK! When I was so wrapped up in the sadness of losing Mark, I had no space to let someone in. He and I met a month later and spent seven hours together on our first date.And finally I realized that I could be with a man and, furthermore, consider having a future with someone other than Mark.So, while my first attempt at a relationship after my husband did not end up as I had wanted, it was an experience that greatly furthered my healing and growth.Now she has died and had a beautiful death (seems weird to say) she was filled with peace, love and God her last days and almost glowed like she was when she was pregnant with our sons. I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD FIND A PERSON THAT I COULD LOVE LIKE I NEVER FELT BEFORE. I FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM BEFORE WE EVEN KISSED OR HELD HANDS. WELL IM HAPPY TO SAY IT; S BEEN ALMOST 7YEARS AND WERE STILL TOGATHER.Flash forward a month or so and now I've met this wonderful women, never intended for this to happen and I feel happier than I have been in quite some time, having these open, honest conversations, but my fear is that I haven't grieved enough. I was thirty-nine years old when my husband died unexpectedly in his sleep. He was my love, my rock, a crucial part of my life and our children’s future, and in an instant, he was gone.