After 25 years some memories fade. But some never do. Our wedding day, birth of our children, some vacations. Those stick.
But some memories thankfully acquire a haze to where details are sparse. That evening and the next afternoon of waiting for word from the ICU have been blurred by the fog.
Twenty-five years today. I had to make the hardest decision of my life. It was the second hardest thing I’ve ever done – to tell the doctor no extraordinary means. The hardest was telling our children what I’ve done.
Widows and widowers go on. Some don’t go too far. I ventured farther than I ever dared.
Single parenting and then co-parenting with another soulmate, whom I never thought I’d find were the main ventures.
But today I don’t remember that day. I remember the good we experienced together up till that day. I remember the future we planned that never came to be.
No what-ifs in real life. It is what it is.
Was it how it was supposed to be?
Well, if you believe in stuff like that maybe so.
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