Today Would Have Been Our 23rd Wedding Anniversary. It is Also Nine Months Since I Lost You.
And so I pen this note of eternal love and appreciation…
We held hands in synagogue the day we met, as the rabbi asked of the entire congregation.
We held hands when I proposed to you in a white stretch limo en route from New Jersey to New York City, so you would be an engaged woman when we arrived and I met your family.
We held hands when we married.
We held hands for over two decades thereafter…
I held your hand until the paramedics arrived when you had your stroke. We held hands in the hospital.
I held your hand when you slipped from this earth not six days later.
Today would have been our 23rd wedding anniversary. Today is also nine months to the day I lost you forever.
Everybody has meant well. Most say you’re still with me. I’ve even at times referred to you as the angel on my shoulder, always watching.
But you knew me better than most. You knew I was a skeptic. Still am.
I prefer to go on living a life of gratitude and overdosing on memory than struggling to convince myself of something I simply do not know.
