July 26th, 2012…
Good Morning All…43 years ago I married David at 2 PM in Swarthmore PA in the Swarthmore United Methodist Church. The years that followed were full of joy and adventure…some hard times of course but what grew was the most remarkable relationship. We were truly independent, dependent and interdependent. We guided each other, helped each other through the hard times and loved, respected and liked one another beyond words. We were each others best friends and even enjoyed going to the dump together. He would call me several times a day just to hear my voice and tell me he loved me.
It occurred to me on Monday that David truly took care of my heart. He rejoiced with me, cried with me, helped me when I hurt and loved me no matter what…and you know wht he would say…he would say that I took care of his heart too.
A few thoughts: Honor and trust the processes of grief and healing knowing that a new day will come.
Grieving is a validation of the life lived and the love lost and going on is a validation of the live lived and the love shared.
I believe in the top of the mountain even when I can’t see it.
We are healed of suffering only by experiencing it to the fullest. I will be present to my grief; it is my only way to new life.
The dichotomy of grieving is that if we hadn’t had the person in our life to begin with we wouldn’t be grieving their loss. I wouldn’t give up one second of my time with David to ease this pain one iota.
I thank God for the gift of David Jackson, for knowing him, loving him, being married to him and sharing our life together. I will be forever grateful.
God bless you all and thank you for sharing this journey with me.