Anniversaries are moments
that mark the landscape of your life: 1st Date Anniversaries,
Wedding Anniversaries … Death Anniversaries.
Tonight, would have been my
48th Wedding Anniversary, if Bob had not been called Home.
Though Bob was ready and
willing … taking that marriage leap was a huge deal for me. I couldn’t afford
to anticipate, expect, or rely on anyone – all that involved trust … and
trust, at all points in my life sans Bob, had been seriously broken.
Bob
had a high wall to scale.
But he did it; he patiently,
and systematically broke through my reserves and proved to me time and time
again that he was trustworthy. And so was his unconditional love. He (and
it) never wavered: even to his last breath, he was proving to me – and verbalizing
to everyone else – his love for me.
My faith in his love was
never misplaced; or shaken. And I never gave him reason to question my love for
him.
Our love was the real deal.
For four decades.
Bob’s loving embrace always
made me feel safe.
Protected.
Beautiful.
Worthy of love.
Completed.
The loss of his comforting
touch could have left a devastating hole in my life – had I not been so
thoroughly, and faithfully loved for 44 years before his spirit stepped off this
Earth.
The
memories of our life together still evoke safety, and protection.
Bob’s love still burns
bright in my life.
The old dovetails
comfortably with the New.
I love you, Babe.
Always ~ OX
