It’s April 24th. Later in the day is my favourite part of the week – the Sunday evening ritual with D. Balcony, drink, sunset, and mood music. Sometimes we fill it with conversation, and sometimes we’re just content in each other’s presence. Today is extra special because it’s our anniversary – 19th.
It was a week ago, when it suddenly struck me that back in April 1993, he would have still been in a state of shock. It had only been a few months since he turned 49. They would have celebrated their 18th later in the year. But it wasn’t to be. A month ago, she passed, leaving him with a boy in his teens and a girl in primary school.
In that moment of my realisation – of what he had lost – I saw everything he has done since then in a new light. And after all these years, I understood, and wept, for his loss.