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My husband died december 08 and for 6 entire months I totally was grieving myself to death. I went to work came home laid on the bed and cried. Then his dad died so again I was back in my state of utter depression. I had lost two people that I loved dearly. One of the last things my sick husband said about two months before he died was that he knew he was sick and he wanted me to find a nice guy and get married again when he passed away. I told him he didn't have to worry about that because he was not going to die. But he did. I was not looking for anyone but I was looking for something. I prayed to God for a long time and asked "why me", well I guess the answer was why not me. It happens, we live and we die. I was numb to the world but no one knew that anything was wrong, because outwardly I was my same old self. Laughing and smiling and carrying on as usual. One day I changed my prayer and I asked God to give me something in my life to help me care again, volunteer work, (I have no children) a child to take care of, something to give my life meaning. The next week I was told on monday that a reflexologist was coming to work to do free foot massages for all the employees that wanted them and they were setting him up in my office. After he got there he asked where he could set his table up and then he started massaging feet. All day long we laughed and talked like we were old friends. He came back again the following week to finish up on the other employees. Everyone could see what I could not, God was answering my prayer, but I was to blind to see what he was offering. I was taken by surprise when after a year of my husbands passing he was asking me on a date. We went out and had a great time. He was a devout christian, something I had never had in my life but yearned for. He brought me even closer to God, something that I always wanted. Needless to say we are now married. I truly think my husband that died knew that I was never going to go out and find someone so through him and God, they brought someone to me. Out of all the people me and my deceased husband knew, none were like this guy, he was someone totally out of the norm for us. My new husband also thinks that he was brought to me by God. He met me the first day and he was dating someone and he had decided that it was not someone he wanted to be with and was going to go home and tell her. That night he found a note on the table and all of her things gone. The door was opened then for him to find me and he did. Sometimes through our pain we pray to God to take away our pain and we don't open our eyes to see that he is trying if we will let him. Thank God, he didn't give up and sent my guy back twice, he was letting me see that he was answering my prayer in his time, just as I needed it most. Food for thought....