So my Great-Uncle's Getting Hitched Again

This is my mom’s last living uncle - her dad’s baby brother. He’s 72, his intended is 71, & they both live in a ‘gated community’ type place in New Smyrna Beach, Florida.

He was married for a good number of years & had three girls & a boy. Eventually, his wife (my great-aunt) developed emphysema. She passed away about, oh, five years ago, maybe. My uncle’s fiancee is also widowed, actually. We (my parents, sister & I) met his fiancee when we stopped by his place this past January, as we’d taken a vacation down that way. He’d hinted to us (heavily, I’d say) that marriage might be in the cards, but didn’t give specifics.

So yeah, he proposed on Valentine’s Day & she accepted. :slight_smile: The details are being worked on, says his e-mail to us.

I don’t think his children (all in their 30’s & 40’s) are particularly pleased, but I reckon they’re gonna have to get used to it. I can’t blame them too much, I s’pose; I think I’d probably be a bit resentful if my mother died & my father eventually decided to re-wed. Hopefully, though, they’ll grow more comfortable with the idea. I mean, at least he’s found someone to be with again.

We should all be so lucky. :slight_smile:

Good for him. Between my two grandfathers, they have had eight wives, 4 of whom they’ve married in my lifetime. The last was my paternal grandfather, who married his current (wonderful) wife at age 74. I think it’s wonderful that they (and your uncle) are still are willing to embrace love.

I think it is wonderful. To find love once in this life is rare, to find it twice, makes the ride all the more worth while.

  • You are young.

So you know everything.

You leap into the boat and begin rowing.

But, listen to me.

Without any fanfare,

without embarrassment,

without any doubt,

I talk directly towards your soul.

Listen to me.

Lift the oars from the water,

Let your arms rest,

and your heart,

and heart’s little intelligence,

and listen to me.

There is life without love.

It is not worth a bent penny, or a scuffed shoe.

It is not worth the body of a dead dog nine days unburied.

When you hear,

A mile away and still out of sight,

The churn of the water as it begins to swirl and roil,

fretting around the sharp rocks -

When you hear that unmistakable pounding -

when you feel the mist on your mouth

and sense the embattlement,

the long falls plunging and steaming -

Then row, row for your life towards it.

    • Mary Oliver (West wind 2)

Holy crap. He’s in his 70’s and getting married and uses e-mail.

Way to go!

My uncle(81) is remarrying in a month. Both are widowed. One of his sons, , my cousin, is not too pleased. His dad was married for over 50 years to my aunt. But my uncle is a nice guy and although I liked my aunt I’m happy for the both of them. I don’t know how I’d feel if it was my own parents remarrying, but I like to think that I’d be happy and supportive. I trust my parents to look before they leap.

There was an old guy at the church I grew up at that had four wives(widowed three times) He married for the fourth time at the age of 75 and celebrated his 25th anniversary with #4. Way to go if you ask me.


25 years with the fourth wife. Way to go!