the widow strikes again

i was widowed ten years ago
i then met a beautiful man, something of an angel Jaime who llstened to my endless fears, was a shoulder to sob, and best friend a lover. i was demented, destroyed by my loss and unable to cope with raising my daughter.... though it turns out Im doing fine, I took shelter from jAIME ,turning my back on his love as the pain inside me came out in wild gushes of insecurity and i only could be attracted to cold hearts, cold souls all fueld by too much bottle of widow, vevre cliauot..Jaiime died last October, aged 53 ,this photo was taken 19th jan before i set off from Paris to be at his memorial day in London. The windows remind how life reflects on our face. the pain is held in our eyes, some say the windows to our souls are our eyes...... my soul is sad, devastated -i did get to reclaim my friendship with Jaime many years ago, and noone was more happy to see him marry and have a child than i ... but i was as sad, devastated as ripped to shreds as i was widow first time around, to watch him be forced to abandon the best years of his life, as a husband and father..but . as my late husband said, its as if when life comes together, it is time to go. may we all learn to stay open to love when it comes to us, so pure and divine, as it is a miracle , and something life is not worth living without RIP JAIME ROBERTSON AND BRIAN GIBSON