Nineteen years ago today, I pledged my life and my love to my high school sweetheart. He pledged his love and his life to me.
Two years and four days ago, I said good bye to that man.
We really meant it when we took our marriage vows: for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others until death do we part.
Death parted us.
We certainly endured and survived each and every aspect of our vows. We never dreamed that we would go through the struggles that we did. We never dreamed that we would have to fight for our marriage the way we did. We never dreamed that we would not live to be grandparents together.
I never dreamed that I would be a widow, even when it was staring me in the face. I never wanted to truly accept that would happen to us...to me.
Mr. T. (one of my grief counselors) told me today to think of Keith and how he might be celebrating today. After just a quick second, I realized that, while I am sad about Keith's earthly, physical death and the end of our earthly marriage, Keith is with Christ. He has no worries of this world.
His chains are gone. He's been set free.
No anniversary present on this great earth can top that!
Happy anniversary Keith!
I love you!