A Word On Love

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Before I continue sharing Paul's and my story, I thought I would briefly comment on love and our relationship.

I suppose most people would say that their relationship was something really special; and yet, when I look at many relationships around me, I feel that Paul's and my relationship was truly something very special and different from a lot of relationships I know.

Firstly, when Paul and I met, it felt for both of us as if we had been waiting for each other our entire lives; it was like we were finally meeting a very, very old connection again, one that we had been waiting to meet again for many, many years. It felt like we were finally being re-united with our other half or another part of ourselves without which we had never been whole. I think this explains our longing to be together right from the start and our enthusiasm and passion to make it happen. We just couldn't be stopped by any obstacles, nothing was too much for us; for example, I had to move to Ireland and I didn't mind, even though I had never wanted to live abroad, and Paul had to leave his family home where he had been looking after his elderly mother for years. We had to be together and that was that.

Secondly, our love and relationship happened under very unusual circumstances in the sense that Paul was 33 years older than me, something that never interested us in the slightest, and that we came from different countries and cultural backgrounds, something which was sometimes a little challenging at first but something that we both embraced with happiness and excitement.

I am heart-broken when I think that this relationship was cut so short by his disease. Why couldn't we have more time? Why wasn't it possible, now that we had found each other, to have more time together?

Paul was the kindest, gentlest, most loving, most caring, most playful person I have ever known; he loved life, he loved beauty, he was able to see the good in everything. He was my soul mate.

I really wish everyone such an experience of deep love and connection and recognition in the other. It is absolutely beautiful. 

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  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I too found the love of my life late in my life, by a complete accident. We knew we were meant to be, and proceeded with our lives together eventually getting married. We had 24 glorious years together he died last July. I was bereft and devastated, but gradually I have continued with the life we discussed I would have when he had moved on. I will never forget him, but I see grief as love with nowhere to go, so eventually I hope to find something to channel that love into. My husband is with me. 24hors a day and it will always be that way, I just find better coping mechanisms. He was here at home until he went on his new adventure, and I looked after him and was with him at the moment of death. It was a good death, peaceful and calm .