I keep looking for this thread because I know what you feel. You may remember that after one year, I am finding love and comprehension, and giving everything I can give, to a good woman who loves me and respects my wife's memory as if she was an old friend of her.

But the curious thing is that I don't care for life or death, I see them as the same, as a continuity in which I happen to be in this side. My age (57) could be a good reason, because I feel that my life was already very well done, and this is an extra time I'm allowed to stay. As such, I don't care for stupid things, I don't admire anybody except artists, I try to teach everything I know, to my sons, to my new loved one and her son, to other people. I try to be kind to everyone, and I write a lot, because I don't want to leave without a word for those whom I love. This lady is an amateur dancer in a group of mature people, and loves to put her soul on the stage. Following her path I am singing again, a little now, may be more in the future.
We have already talked abouth our own farewell, and all the pain, and have accepted that we can't live in the fear of death. We are just learning to do our best, and not worry about the end.

Un abrazo,
Andrés