Diary of a Widower

Daily entries by a husband, who stayed behind with his two sons

Kids make a loving u-turn

TUESDAY, June 22 – Another winding road down a French mountain, this time during the day. I ask Sander if things now seem a bit more logical and less overwhelming. I’m pleasantly surprised when the answer is a wholehearted yes.

‘Well, you mustn’t forget that it was all so sudden and unexpected. But I can understand what you want, and how you feel. So it’s only understandable that some day you’ll want to get married,’ says Sander.

I laugh and tell him that we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves.

But then Eamonn goes one further. ‘And even if you do remarry, then I won’t call her ‘Mom’. I’ll just call her by her first name.’


‘Boys, boys, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. She’s my girlfriend. That’s all for now.’

I hear myself saying the words. My girlfriend. And there’s a grin on my face.

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