The incredibly true adventures of a travel loving kid at heart who just became both an MBA and a recent widow. Navigating widowhood is the hardest thing I've ever done. Come along for the bumps in the journey.
3.27.2014
Day 28
My husband was the most incredible collection of traits that were perfectly matched to me. He was kind, and funny and incredibly, incredibly smart. he could talk about any variety of topics, with knowledge. it amazed me the things he would say sometimes. i would google them, thinking "surely he has to be making this up"... but he would be right, he knew what he was talking about. always. i know i'm rambling. i want to describe, in vivid the detail the amazing man my husband was and all the ways we fit together, but i don't have the words. he deserves beautiful words that i'm not able to come up with. he is the only person who i exposed my entire self to. and he loved me for all of it, the good, the bad and the ugly. there are things i never shared with anyone, not friends, not my parents but him? he knew every detail. we were so well-paired. the other day i was out, by myself, and i looked around a full room of people, a varied group, and realized there is no one else like him. he was unique. brilliant. funny. handsome. loving. he could also be lazy, and angry, and there were times we argued. but we fit together. when we argued, one of us always ended up apologizing. when one of us was weak, the other was strong. we were a team. he always referred to us as "home team". he was my partner. my other half. i can't begin to imagine how i will manage without him, and without the constant reassurance of his love and support. he was my safe place. he was my world.
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