I just realized that today would have been my nineteenth wedding anniversary, had I stayed with my crazy, psychotic ex. That’s just… weird. I’m taking bets on whether or not I hear from him within the next 24-hours. After all, he was right on schedule last year.
(New readers, if you’d like to read the whole sordid tale, here’s part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, and epilogue. Keep in mind I was still using nom-de-nets back then.)
On a sadder note, tomorrow marks the ninth year since Grandma’s passing. I still miss her a great deal, but you know? I gained so MUCH comfort from staying at her house for just the couple of days we were there in July. Really, it’s like the missing her is still there, but it has sweetened to fondness and nostalgia, and isn’t as painful as it once was. To be sure, I have my moments where missing her grips my heart tight, and I tear up a little. But mostly she’s the angel on my shoulder – I feel her presence, her love, and her personality in all kinds of little ways throughout my day.
I’m going back to Maine next spring, for my cousin’s baby shower, and also to spend four or five days at Grandma’s house, scanning all the old family pictures for preservation purposes. I’ll write more about it when I get to that installment of the Maine vacation recap. For now, I’ll just say that she was beautiful, and so very young, and I feel her near me now more than ever.