I suppose I should have added to my original post that Paul and I got married in 1979 when I was 16 years old. We had five great kids and now have 7 beautiful grandchildren. He passed away from cancer, in my arms at our beloved cabin, where he wanted to be.
He also gave me a priceless, selfless gift...he said he was the luckiest man in the world to have married me and he said he wanted me and the kids to go on living and loving, to never be 'mad at God' for not healing him, because we don't see the big picture, but must trust that the Lord's Plan is best.
He gave me permission and his blessing to find love again because he didn't want me to be alone. Paul said men would be beating down the doors for a chance to win my heart. Well, so far, no doors are being broken down, just a few taps here and there. All in God's time, as Paul always said.