Had a widower call me a couple days ago to share, that two good friends (nothing else) who supported each other through the loss of their spouses over 35 years ago found each other again and it's like the universe has their back. Reminds me of a feisty neighbor lady I knew when I was in my twenties. When I met Hilary she was in her late seventies - chasing a cougar out of an apple tree with a broom. The cougar was after Hilary's cat. I moved away, and following up with her years after discovered she found the other love of her life when she was 91 and he was 89. Same kind of situation. Hilary and Mr Rose were neighbors who had lost their one and only. Then, suddenly the two eloped, driving from the Kootenays to Sedona in Arizona (yes you read that right) for their honeymoon. Another friend of mine lost his girlfriend when in his teens. He thought he would never get over it. Never trusted to allow himself to get close again - until with wonderment he discovered another beautiful soul mate when he was in his thirties. They tied the knot too, and are still together. You heal when you heal. I find the universe is mathemagically beautiful, ugly and wonderful - all at the same time. I forget where this saying came from but it goes something like this, and I apologize if I mess it up... "Everyone tarries a little while on the shadowy side of the stream, and awakens remembering life with a smile, as a tale once told in a dream". Here's to all of us who are healing. May you find yourself re-awakening to life with a smile. Cheers!