Blessed that I was loved.
Love that was as deep as it was fulfilling…
As strong as it was imperfect.
It was my life, my whole world…for a time.
Blessed that I walked through most of life with a true friend.
Who was as devoted as he was wise…
As tender as he was insecure.
My sounding board.
He was my friend, my very best friend…for a time.
Blessed that I shared in the creation of new life.
With a steadfast partner by my side...
Filled with love and delight at his progeny.
Creating harmless mischief with them…trying in vain to hide their escapades from me.
He hung their sun and moon…for a time.
Blessed that he was beside me when he departed.
Odd as that may sound to some…
Warm in our bed, my body against his.
No fear. No pain.
As it should be. As he would have wanted.
Rolling from the arms of deep slumber…
Into the arms of Death…
Then into the sure and loving arms of Eternity…
So, who am I to cry?
Even though I still do.
Who am I to constantly look back?
Even though I cannot ignore the memories that fill my heart, soul, and mind...that keep me walking into the future without him.
How many would trade places with me?
Many, I would think.
Those who mourn for a life void of what I had…the love, the life, the indescribable treasure.
Yes, I am blessed.
Blessed to have loved…to have walked…
To have shared a beautiful life with a beautiful soul…
For a time?
For ALL time.
With deep gratitude for the honor of having shared my life with the kindest soul I ever knew. Happy Birthday, my Rick, my Love.