I’ve begun this missive multiple times. Spurts of dialog verbalized in my dreams. Numerous scribbled passages were wadded up and subsequently rescued. I stared blankly at a flashing cursor for hours.
How do I write a letter to you on the occasion of our 25th wedding anniversary when death did us part?
Do I recount the details of our nuptials? How I had fantasized about a ceremony with the pomp of the Sound of Music? Should I divulge we desired a reception that rivaled the Godfather? Do I elaborate on how my cathedral-length veil and our 45-minute tarantella helped to realize the vision?
We opted for spring in a vain attempt to evade the valley heat. (It was 110!) The priest that had witnessed the birth of our relationship was enlisted to perform the nuptial rite. All I Ask of You from Phantom was sung as we lit the unity candle.
Anywhere you go, let me go, too.
I feel as if our life’s story has been ripped in half. The latter chapters were snatched away and callously thrown into the wind. I’ve tried to recapture some of the pages, frantically grasping whatever I could as they whirled about. Re-affixing the adrift sheets has been haphazard at best. Puckered with tear stains, they don’t quite fit. Their fragility only permits a tenuous binding.
What tales would exist had we not lost a chief protagonist? Would we have stayed in our home? Would our sons have chosen different paths? Which friends would we still socialize with? I have an entirely new circle of acquaintances and confidantes that only know you through my memories. To them, you are a historical figure. In what aspects would our future history have been different?
We had modest aspirations: raising a family, becoming grandparents, a trip to Italy.
We anticipated bumps along the road and gathered provisions. But circumstances quickly depleted our physical supplies and drained our emotional reserves. Still, we mustered through it all, as couples do, and deepened the bonds between us. When it was abruptly torn asunder, our peace was no longer held. The dreams we conceived together are forever unrequited.
Shall I reminisce about our early years as man and wife? Recall the challenges of choreographing our lives until we crafted our marriage dance? How shall I illuminate the notes of composing our matrimonial song? Describe the harmonies and the discords? Play the unfinished symphony?
Your presence continually resonates with me. Like the faint hum of a ham radio, I can’t quite catch the frequency. It’s a blurry shadow that won’t come into focus. The image is veiled, behind existence.
Yet, bits and pieces of you materialize in our sons. Your devotion to family is reflected in our oldest. Our youngest frequently echoes your dry wit. They are the manifestations of your legacy: the proof of us.
Time to time, I quote lines from an obscure movie or recite a catchphrase from bygone commercial, but the references fall flat. No chuckle or twinkle of the eye is returned. I’m sharing inside jokes with a ghost. Speaking a lost language no one else understands.
Do I have the privilege of acknowledging this anniversary? Should I celebrate with wine and song or mourn with sackcloth and ashes? What is the proper etiquette?
Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude
In the two-and-a-half decades that have passed since we recited our vows, nearly a fourth of that era has been spent without you. Nevertheless, the years with you by my side outnumber the ones without. A few more and the timeline of my life will teeter towards your absence. I am apprehensive of that juncture. I don’t want your significance to be lessened.
Little things you tried to teach me continue to impact me: the best place to park your car, how to install a computer, the joys of cold pizza. Still not on board with the last one, but it explains why coagulated cheese brings you to mind.
Time has smoothed the rough edges of loss, making the bitter pill slightly easier to swallow, but the major void in my life exists as a persistent lump in my throat. It wells up at the birth of a new family member who will never experience your tender affection. It hinders my enthusiasm for a movie I know you would have enjoyed. It is the reason cheers for our children are a solo effort instead of a duet. No vitamin or tonic can alleviate this sharing deficiency.
Love me — that’s all I ask of you
The tokens of your love exist everywhere: The vase you bought one Valentine’s and faithfully filled with flowers each year. The heartfelt anniversary cards you created. The countless photo albums you obsessively compiled. Did you instinctively know these would one day be your testimony? My talismans?
After you first departed, I went silently, but briefly, insane. I imagined rubbing one of my amulets or wishing upon a star could make you suddenly reappear. True love’s kiss could awaken me from the nightmare. My intellect tried to tether me to reality, but my broken heart desperately sought a miracle.
A quarter of a century ago, when we first viewed our wedding pictures, we were flabbergasted. As the couple notoriously known for being non-photogenic, we jested that the photographer had employed a stunt bride and groom. But there we were, exuding the glow of newly-wedded bliss. Our staircase pose became the hallmark photo of the studio, luring other aspiring newlyweds with the promise of picture perfection.
I seem to have no choice but to commemorate the inaugural date of our legend. If our dating years were the prelude, I now inhabit the postscript of our tale. Our saga was stunted, but to me it had all the components of an epic narrative: obstacles and love, triumph and tragedy. And, as in all poignant stories, it left me wanting more.
Happy Anniversary! Loving you always, Lisa
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You are talented Ms. Lisa.
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A phenomenally beautiful tribute, much love to you today and know every day he is right beside you! This is love beyond!
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I’m a little biased, of course, but it was once-in-a-lifetime love. Thank you! ❤
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I can imagine…I have been with my husband since 1981 and my heart bled as I read your letter. We just celebrated our 30 year wedding anniversary and every moment is sacred. All my love to you and your sons! <3!
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BEAUTIFUL!
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Thank you! ❤
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What a lovely tribute!
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A beautiful tribute… 😊
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Thank you! ❤
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25th anniversary …. and death did them part!!
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Thank you! So glad you appreciated it. 🙂
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What a tribute, one can see your soul through your words.
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Thank you! ❤ What a lovely comment!
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Happy Anniversary to the love you both continue to share.
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Thank you! ❤
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..wowza!…You are quite a writer and then some!….this may sound weird and/or indeed obvious, but you write with such an incredibly female, woman, sacred feminine tone…it’s just such an empowering story and you are full of wisdom and magic…Happy .Anniversary to you and your ethereal Prince…xxx
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Wowza right back! Thank you so much for your incredibly honoring comments! ❤
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Just so lovely
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Thank you for your support of this piece and marriage! ❤
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Reblogged on sethi51. Thank you . An awesome tribute to both of your never ending love story . Blessings .
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Thank you! ❤
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After discovering your blog, I have read and re-read your posts. I will probably re-read this one as well. I feel as if they could have been written for me. My husband passed 3 months ago. Thankfully, I wont have to think about our anniversary for awhile, as we celebrated our 26th exactly one month prior. You certainly have a gift for the written word, Im envious of your ability to write so eloquently from the heart and with humor. I smiled when you wrote, ” Little things you tried to teach me continue to impact me: the best place to park your car,” That was one of many I could relate to.
Thank you so much for writing.
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Thank you for your kind words! I’m so sorry for your loss. ❤ I wish you nothing but the best as you move forward.
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Thank you so much. I’m about to experience my 25th Anniversary, and I’ve been a widow for three years. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do. This was beautiful. Thank you again.
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