I went to the location of our wedding yesterday to pick up some wine that had been left behind and I felt such grief that this place of happiness (I mean, I have never seen my new husband, Rob any happier), was now a cruel reminder of a moment before our lives changed horribly. It seems frivolous and callous to look at our wedding pictures. It is a time of mourning. It is a time of being supportive of this grieving man whom I did not think I could love any more than I did before we were married. It is a time to be a real part of his family and to hold my new mother-in-law in her sorrow. It is a time to step up.
Tomorrow we will celebrate Ken's life. I come from a small family and had never been in an obituary, let alone sat in a funeral home to go over planning. I had never called a funeral home in the middle of the night to arrange for the transfer of a loved one. I had been a wife before, but never has the role of wife been more apparent than in these last few days. I looked into Rob's eyes a short time ago and vowed to be by his side. Here I am.
