4+ years.
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….
4+ years.
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.
