Today would have been our 33rd wedding anniversary. Now, it is “day 67” since you died so I guess the counter resets, which makes it the first one not celebrated together.
I’m sitting alone in my parents’ house remembering that day so long ago that was filled with so much joy and happiness. I remember the downpour of rain at the church before the ceremony. How beautiful and radiant you looked in your perfectly fitted mermaid-style wedding dress! I remember the music, and the words and prayers of the minister and our vows spoken to each other that day. “In sickness and in health…till death separates us”.
So here we are 33 years later. We built a wonderful life and family together! But now we have experienced sickness and the separation of death that we spoke of on this day all those years ago.
I am so sorry that you got sick and died at such a young age. No one knows why these things happen; but I do believe that things happen for a reason - with a purpose and opportunity for growth.
I am a better person and will never be the same for having met you and loved you, for the life we lived together, through good times and bad, and finally through sickness and in death!
I just baked a batch of Gran Hall bread. The oven is still hot, and the fresh bread smell fills the house. The loaves are turned out on the cooling rack and still warm. I plan to take some with me to the mountains and walk along the Treemont stream. The mountains have always been a place of worship and healing/restoration for me. So, I will take my “anniversary bread” there and think of you.
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