As opposed to one of those 'days' if you get my drift. It would have been my 38th wedding anniversary today, if there had still been two of us to celebrate it. Bob died six and a half years ago from cancer, will probably fill you in on more of our story as time goes on, but as you lose someone you love you tend to inherit other anniversaries besides the obvious ones.
Like the date you receive the news right out of left field that a brain tumour the size of a golf ball is about to change life as you know it, the date your loved one dies, the date of their funeral. All are filed away and remembered along with birthdays, engagements, weddings and other significant family occasions.
Fortunately I am blessed with a pretty even and positive disposition, definitely not a depressive, and it's amazing what you can deal with when you're thrown into the thick of it. Life comes at us head on, plans go out the window, we diverge off the main highway we're barrelling along on to a bumpy side track we've never ventured down before. Not an easy road to negotiate, it can feel like the way is full of obstacles we don't want to deal with. But we do, one by one, and if we're prepared to be open to the possibility that just around the next corner things may not be so threatening, we can be surprised by the unexpected joys which inevitably come our way.
So, on this anniversary of sorts, I dragged my limp body to town with definitely no festive spirit in tow, but as I headed from one end of town to the other the brain started ticking over with ideas for gifts for the family. Fortified with a skinny latte, extra hot, and a rum ball, off I set and managed to complete a decent chunk of purchases before heading home. Wasn't so bad after all.
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