I'm a lucky man to have a husband like mine.
Tonight, I suddenly felt a deep wave of depression hit me. I didn't know why, but I was incredibly sad and didn't want to do anything. We were going to watch a movie, but then I lost interest. I reached out my hand, and Marc held it.
Then he looked at his watch.
I said, "it's almost eight o'clock."
He said, "that's not what I was looking at."
I was puzzled. "What were you looking at?"
"The date." Looking right into my eyes, he looked sad and his eyes were full of sympathy and love.
Then it clicked. Today is February 5th. We're a few hours from February 6th.
On February 6, 2004, the greatest woman I've ever known, someone I loved, and still love, beyond measure, died. Tomorrow marks four years since I lost my Mom.
It hadn't entered my conscious thoughts even once today, but I guess it has been rattling around my brain. Once Marc pointed it out, I was able to face it. Now I feel better. The pain is out in the open, right where it should be.