There are those who’ll bet love comes but once, and yet…

By Paula Ganzi McGloin, April 28, 2014

Three years ago today, I met Billy. I’d been widowed for two years, and was ready for a relationship. On our first date he invited me out for a drink, which turned into dinner; we ended up talking the night away and closing down the restaurant. Eventually, we made plans to spend the rest of our lives together.

This wasn’t my “first” first date, but it would be my last. ♥

Getting back out there after a 25-year hiatus took courage. And patience. There were many first dates before I found someone second-date worthy.

To all my widowed friends, I hope you’ll give love a second chance…when you’re ready. You’ve probably been advised to “be good to yourself” after all you’ve been through. What could feel better than allowing yourself to be loved?…when you’re ready. Just as there’s no timeline to the bereavement process, no deadline for grieving, remember there’s no expiration date on romance.

The Second Time Around

Written by Sammy Cahn

Love is lovelier the second time around
Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground
It’s that second time you hear your love song sung
Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young
Love’s more comfortable the second time you fall
Like a friendly home the second time you call
Who can say what brought us to this miracle we’ve found?
There are those who’ll bet love comes but once, and yet
I’m oh, so glad we met the second time around
Who can say what brought us to this miracle we’ve found?
There are those who’ll bet love comes but once, and yet
I’m oh, so glad we met the second time around