Monday, December 7, 2015
Once upon a time, we made each other promises: to love, to honor, to cherish until death would us part.
We kept those promises in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, joyfully and grudgingly, even when it was phenomenally difficult.
And then, one day, death did us part. And the terms of our promises were fulfilled.
My choices have reshaped my life into one unlike the one we chose together, but I make you new promises:
I promise to have your picture in the house where your children can see it.
I promise to use the things you created until they weather with age.
I promise to tell your stories, but I promise to tell all of them because I promise not to turn you into a saint.
I promise to learn from our mistakes.
I promise to remember.
I promise not to wallow.
I promise to honor your contribution to my happily ever after.