I am a very lucky man. I have just spent almost 60 years with the love of my life. How many people do you know that can say that? How many people get to walk that far together?
There was nothing exceptional about our marriage. We lived it much as any other couple does. We experienced the same issues, opportunities, problems and joy that others do. We laughed at many of the same things and shared tears over others. We went everywhere together and held hands when it felt right. We suffered the setbacks when an unexpected expense arose and money was tight, or upon the loss of a beloved pet. We had our disagreements, but we always got beyond them. And yes, we were not afraid to tell each other that we loved them.
We started out as kids actually. Old enough to want to share each other, and young enough to think we possessed the formula to a happy union. And, to some degree, we were right. We just didn’t understand how complex the formula was. It required constant testing and frequent upgrades to make it work. And somewhere along the line, we unconsciously evolved from two me’s to one us. I think the word ‘us’ is special. I like to think it is an acronym for “united souls”. The bonding so complete that we began to think and act as a unit.
This is the part I miss the most. That complete understanding and acceptance of each other. Not total agreement, but possessing the ability to accept. It was the part of my life where we ceased living with one another, and began living through one another.
As time passes, I will be forced to again think as one person, making the day to day decisions that will guide my new life. And that is what it is. A rebirth of my life. An opportunity to start anew. And although I will continue to live with my memories, I will now venture down a different path, firm in the knowledge that I will never walk alone. As I said. I am a very lucky man.