The OP's story reminds me of my father. He and Mom traveled in their 5th wheel for years before her heath went South. Then for years, Dad took care of her with such a tenderness. When she finally passed away, Dad told me he wanted to go back on the road. I helped him get set up again and off he went with his little Pug dog, Lady. I always thought; how sad to be so alone traveling when all those years he had someone to share it all with. Then one day he called me and said he was going to get married. At 79 yeas old. She's 85. That was 4 years ago and when I asked them to Thanksgiving dinner this year, at our house, he told me they would still be on the road, somewhere between Oklahoma City and Branson, Mo.