I still love my late husband, but I don't have that deep grief or longing to be with him anymore. For me, I truly believe I've healed. Now.....to remarry? I don't think so. It's been so long now that I'm really getting used to my "me" time. If I don't want to cook, I don't. If I don't want to do laundry, I don't. If I want to go to bed at 9 PM I do. If I want to go to bed at 2 AM, I do. You get the picture. But the funny thing, is that I wonder if I feel this way because I'm not meeting anyone I would even consider a second date with, let alone long term. I did fall in love again after I lost my husband, but that was short lived and a colossal fail. Looking back, I doubt it was even a relationship. I'm ok by myself. I used to get those loneliness pangs, but not so much anymore. I think it's made me that much more selective. Like the guy really needs to knock my socks off, or I'm not bothering. I hear of all the compromise, and blending, etc., and all I want to do for the most part is take a nice long nap! But then I think, will I regret not dating and giving love another chance some day when I'm old, alone and in my rocking chair? Oh the dilemma!