My XABF died of alcohol related illness several months ago. The amount of grief I experienced surprised me and lasted longer than I thought it would. I was at the beach walking and a very handsome (younger) man came up to me and introduced himself and we talked for a really long time. He was not my 'type' but I found him really attractive. I didn't give him my phone # or a chance to see me again but I left feeling really good about the fact that I was capable of being attracted to a seemingly very normal man. I think my grieving for my dysfunctional XABF ended that day.