My golfing buddy is quite a bit younger than me, just got married last year. His mother in law passed away and wife isn't giving him any action. It's been three weeks since the funeral.
I reimagine the last moments I had with my husband, Jacob, often. The feel of his freshly washed hair slipping between my fingers. The smirk on his face as he sat next to me on the floor of our bathroom while I soaked in the tub, handing me a lit joint and fumbling.
By Alice Radosh. Bestselling books, popular blogs, and talk shows have discovered that older people are enjoying sex. One writer in her 70s exclaims that she is having the best sex of her life.
The Other Side of Grief is a series about the life-changing power of loss. These powerful first-person stories explore the many reasons and ways we experience grief and navigate a new normal. In my 20s, my approach to sex was open, wild, and free. In contrast, things with my husband were more traditional from the start.
Lovemaking makes us more human and we should not let our grief stop us from moving on with our lives. We have to learn how to deal with the pain and live with it. Your comments are welcome!
It had been a year and eight months since my husband had died; my sex drive had recovered, but my heart was still hibernating. I'd been my husband George's caregiver as he'd succumbed to cancer. Sex hadn't been a part of my life for a long time.
My last couple of weeks have been a little crazy, with a family member experiencing a severe health scare. My schedule was upheaved, my body was exhausted, and my heart ached. Things are better now, thanks for asking.
But no one, not even close friends or grief counselors, dared to discuss a nagging need that plagues many older women and men who outlive their sexual partners. Radosh, a resident of Lake Hill, N. Yes, dear readers of all ages and the children of aging parents, many people in their golden years still have sexual urges and desires for intimacy that go unfulfilled when a partner becomes seriously ill or dies. Radosh said.
A part of me feels guilty for even suggesting it. There is something inherently performative and gross about admitting that you had sex after a funeral. It was when my aunt passed away in college that I realized I was having much more sex with my girlfriend in the days before and after funerals to take my mind off of death.