My husband was a sailor. When he died I likened our grief (we had two children in elementary school at the time) to feeling like a rudderless ship. I always knew that my chances of finding another Oliver, as different from me as possible, and the most interesting man I’d ever known, were slim to none. I have not been disappointed. Nonetheless, our son and daughter grew up to be fascinating, happy people. And I have built a very good life for myself. It is quite wonderful and ironic that you not only found love a second time, but with another David. Very best wishes to you both.

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