The first time my mother buried a husband (my father), it was so so hard. After 10 years, she remarried at 53 and had another very happy marriage until my step-father died 13 years later. She said it was still very very hard. The only difference, she said, was that she knew she'd survive. She never remarried. She didn't want to bury any more husbands. My blog isn't about that so much, but maybe it is.