Today would have been my forty-first wedding anniversary.
What is extraordinary is that I realized it’s the first time in a long while I haven’t associated the date with sadness, anger…grief.
Even when I was still married, today was a reminder of how far we had slipped, how dark the future.
How I didn’t think I would survive if the marriage continued like this.
It had become an endurance event, for me at least. I have no idea what he was thinking while everything went straight to hell. Maybe that was part of the problem; he was too pickled to think.
Anyway, this year I woke up happy. No dread, no regret. I didn’t even really remember it until the morning was half gone and I was on my way to the zoo with Rebecca.
I was relaxed. I was calm. I was content.
I was surprised.
I thought I would always be hanging crepe for today but this morning that girl with flowers in her hair was fading like smoke…just wisping away…and it didn’t bother me one bit.
It’s true. A time for everything.
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