From the BBC:
An author dying of ovarian cancer has written a dating profile of her husband so he can find “another love story”.
Amy Krouse Rosenthal lists his best qualities and says she hopes “the right person reads this [and] finds Jason”.
“I have never been on Tinder, Bumble or eHarmony,” she writes in the New York Times.
“But I’m going to create a general profile for Jason right here, based on my experience of co-existing in the same house with him for, like, 9,490 days.”
Amy is known for writing books for children, as well as memoirs about her own family and life.
She and Jason have been together for almost three decades and have grown-up children.
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Towards the end of her essay, called You May Want to Marry My Husband, Amy writes: “I am wrapping this up on Valentine’s Day, and the most genuine, non-vase-oriented gift I can hope for is that the right person reads this, finds Jason, and another love story begins.”
Link to the rest at BBC and thanks to Joshua for the tip.
I’d settle for an unbiased Amazon review…
I’ve offered my husband a testimonial, should he ever need one. He’s a good guy, and has worn well – he’s put up with me for 41 years so far and three children – as well as major illnesses.
But I’d assume the whole thing would be private – and up to him.
A+
I think you have to be fairly selfless to do something like this.
I find it a little morbid, if I’m being honest, but then I suppose people who know they’re going to die have to take a longer view.
Still, if I had the choice, I don’t think I’d want to know.
There’s an old joke:
“If you marry again, would you let him wear my suits?”
“Of course not. Your clothes wouldn’t fit Harold.”
“Would you marry again?”
I’m selfish when it comes to my husband. No way in heck would I do something like that and he knows it.
Let’s suppose she really was genuine and selfless. Can you imagine the poor woman who has to fill those shoes?
Reminds me a little of Rebecca.
I’d also say it’s a way of putting her stamp on something that’s going to happen anyway.
It could come across passive aggressive, but I suppose I’d have to read the actual article to know for sure.
I read it as more as a more of a love letter to her husband, than anything else. (And a deeply touching one.)
Pretty sure if you know you’re going to die, you’ve earned the right to morbidity.