Moving on after loss doesn’t equal forgetting
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This article was published 21/06/2022 (1240 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I’m writing about the two sisters upset with their dad, who found another woman to love after their mom died.
It was several years later, and he wasn’t “replacing” her. There is no set time to get over one’s grief. The sisters have gone on with their lives. Dad is just trying to do the same, in his own time and in his own way.
I lost my dad due to a heart attack on Christmas morning when I’d just turned 18. I thought I could never move on from that, nor could my mom overcome her grief and loneliness.
I was thrilled for her when she found a wonderful man, after six years of being a widow. I’d moved on in the meantime and completed university and gotten married.
It would have been selfish of me to expect my mom to continue to be alone. She went on to have 26 years with my stepfather. Fortunately, he was like a dad to me and eventually a super grandfather to our daughters.
They had a beautiful life together, and it didn’t mean that she or I had forgotten what her first husband, my father, meant to us.
These sisters can’t expect their father to live a life of loneliness. He tried to invite them into his new circumstance and they denied him that opportunity.
— Believer in Second Chances, Winnipeg
Dear Believer: Good on you! Losing your dad on Christmas Day at the tender age of 18 might have made another person bitter and angry. Instead, both you and Mom got your lives together again and found new sources of happiness. That’s the way to do it!
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts: Letter-writers “Desperate Parents” have a child who has dyslexia. There’s a high probability that one of the parents is also dyslexic or that they have an immediate relative who has dyslexia, as the condition is found in 10-15 per cent of the population and is inherited. The organization to contact is Dyslexia Champions of Manitoba. Their web site is dyslexiachampions.org.
— J.H., Manitoba
Dear J.H.: Thanks for a new suggestion! Many people wrote in to suggest “Desperate Parents” have their child tested for dyslexia. Now, those folks can add this group to their growing list of ways to help their child, who’s struggling to read.
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts: I have one breast noticeably larger than the other, and it’s embarrassing, My boyfriend thinks it’s a hoot that I often wear a bra filler on one side or different sized stick-on pasties. He enjoys exercising his wit on the subject when we’re alone.
He says he’s not complaining, just thinks it’s different and “cute.” But, last weekend he went too far. He was waiting for me at an outdoor cafe, when one of his buddies dropped by. They’d already had a few drinks by the time I got there.
When I left them to walk inside to find the bathroom, I heard my guy’s big voice saying, “See, what did I tell you? Can you tell the difference? Hahaha!”
I didn’t even go back to the table — just made a U-turn and went home. Now he’s calling endlessly and outright begging, “Please forgive me.” He calls himself “the idiot” and says I’m “the love of his life.” Should I forgive him?
— Once An Idiot, Always An Idiot? Windsor Park
Dear Once an Idiot: It’s doubtful your boyfriend would ever make that mistake again! So, you might forgive him on the condition he cuts back on the cocktails, especially when he’s going to be meeting you — the, er, love of his life.
Please send your questions and comments to lovecoach@hotmail.com or Miss Lonelyhearts c/o the Winnipeg Free Press, 1355 Mountain Ave., Winnipeg, MB, R2X 3B6.
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