I sat down to think about this second topic twice before making a decision. Life is in stages—we often hear and say this. From childhood, adolescence, adulthood, singlehood, motherhood, to becoming a widow.
But what does love look like when one is still young like a freshly ripened fruit? What does it look like when one is slowly passing that stage and continues growing? And finally, what does it feel like when the clock is ticking faster and it seems like time has quietly passed?
Does love taste different in each stage? That’s a question we all answer differently.
So, would I remarry or find a new partner at 71 if I were widowed?
Sincerely, yes, I would consider it. And my reason is simple.
Finding love is not limited by age. Everyone wants to be loved, cared for, pampered, and have someone by their side to talk to. That kind of connection is not something I would trade away just because I’m 71. If love comes at that age, I would welcome it.
Now, some might ask, “What are you still looking for in marriage at that age?” I know by then, I would have already had children from my first marriage, and they would be grown, living their own lives. I wouldn’t be entering into a new relationship for children.
I would consider it because I want to smile and laugh again, talk deeply with someone, and share both joy and sadness with a kind soul. There is nothing sweeter than growing old with someone dear to your heart.
If I happen to meet someone who is loving, makes me happy, and with whom we enjoy each other’s company, I would gladly begin a new life with him, not because I’m trying to fill a void, but because I value connection and believe in genuine love.
