A strange thing happens when your spouse dies.
There’s this hole in all your conversations.
Robin Williams died…and I wanted to tell Mark about it. Mark was such a big fan.
Grandbabies… grandbabies everywhere…and I can’t talk to him about them.
Justin Trudeau getting elected… and Hunter Tootoo being the Ministry for Fisheries and Oceans. OMG the conversation about that.
Everything the Harper government did to decimate the environment… he would have been talking about that… not just hours, not just days… but I’d never stop hearing about it. Ever. He was so passionate about it.
And the adorable throatsingers at the swearing in ceremony. He probably would have shown those to me before I had a chance to show him.
Things are good… but there’s a hole in my conversations. I miss the indepth, passionate debates we’d have about various topics.
I haven’t found someone else who will talk about those things with me. Who has that same passion for conversation.
There’s just a hole where the conversations used to be…