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Next weekend, my mom is getting married. She’s a bit over 70. She made it through my dad dying far too young in 2005, found someone else, made it through *him* dying, and after all that, found yet another person to spend her life with.

I find that very comforting in such an awful world.

(Also, it probably doesn’t hurt that she looks and acts like she’s in her fifties!)