I met my wife Laura when she was a 17 year old farm girl from Upstate New York. Her life evolved from milking cows to working for a Silicon Valley tech company. Over the years she grew in beauty, maturity, sophistication and worldliness. She evolved in her spiritual maturity to understand more of who she really was.
Seventeen years after initially meeting her, we got married. Our lives together were full of adventure, self discovery, spiritual growth, family, work and travel. We were soul mates in every sense, always pulling the cart in the same direction. We didn't fight or squabble. We were extremely compatible. We finished each other's sentences. Once in a while I would be sitting there pondering and she would say to me, "I know what you're thinking." Most of the time she would be very close.
There was great comfort in our relationship to ponder and talk about our history together. To say, "Remember back in 1984 when we went to a Mets double header at Shea Stadium where I held your hand for the first time?" Remember this and remember that. The history and the story of our lives and families became more sacred as the years passed by. The investment in each other became greater over time. The trust and belief in each other grew as well. We were each other's best friend. The trust and loyalty in each other was deep and very satisfying.
Laura passed away after 17 years of marriage. She died at home while awake, surrounded by friends and family. She refused to take the chemo and radiation and told me that she wasn't afraid to die. I don't know what the number 17 meant with her soul. I can only observe it. I knew her and her family for 34 years. Her parents are gone and she's gone. This phase of my life is over and a new phase is unfolding. I know that she is now my spirit guide and an aspect of her will always be with me for the rest of this present incarnation.
Remember your story.