I felt at a loss for words, as I do on most anniversaries.
Sometimes I just sit and stare at the letters carved in stone. Other times I watch the leaves, grass, or bugs nearby and meditate to calm my soul. Tears come and go.
Today the tears were flowin'.
I told him I will always love him and that he remains a part of me. I asked him to keep pouring his strength, patience, and ability to easily forgive into me. I prayed for all the new widow(er)s, and all the ones who feel trapped, isolated, and scared. I remember that so vividly.
Man I wish I could feel his arms around me today, on our eighth wedding anniversary.
I know that tomorrow the sun will rise and I'll live in my present again, a present I truly love. But it still sucks that I lost him and he lost out on life.