If I was still married, Easter Sunday would have been our 18th wedding anniversary.
We were married in 1996. The marriage ended just over ten years later.
This is Easter. I am celebrating life today.
A cloud of sadness hovers. The memory of a relationship that is no longer alive.
It’s been eight years now, but there is so much still unknown and unsaid. I still regret the future we will never see together. I feel sad.
I feel almost like I should stand for a minute of silence on this day of LIFE.
My very own Remembrance Day. To look back and to look forward.
And having remembered, I will walk on into whatever the future holds for me.