And I get a message: I’ve been thinking about Mark a lot lately and thought I’d look him up and just found out he’d passed….
Shouldn’t the times of having to tell people be over by now?
Shouldn’t the moments of having to console someone while I’m crying be over?
They aren’t. And that’s ok.
I was given a gift this morning. A gift of someone who wanted to talk about Mark. Who remembers Mark. Who can tell me stories I didn’t know of Mark.
That, my fellow widows, is the most amazing gift of all.
Yes, I cried.
Yes, I was sad.
But OMG…. to be able to hear someone talk about Mark and tell me the stories they remember… that is a gift.
And then I was given another gift… the gift of unconditional love. The gift of my Sexxy Chef loving me, holding me while I cried, kissing away my tears, then making me smile because he is *that* awesome.
I’m blessed in so many ways.
I love my life. I love the life Before … and the life After…
But thank you to whatever part of the universe that blessed me with the gift of memories of Mark… even if they weren’t mine.