WordPress reminded me of a blog I posted eight years ago. I wrote the piece below not knowing that I would discover what happens when the second road ends.
For twenty-four years we drove on our road and were grateful. We knew the alternative would have required the impossible of us and now it has. If life with Wesley was a bumpier road, life without him is a free fall nothingness. It is the surreal, chaotic road of deep drops, roads randomly ending, bridges blown apart, and no way to navigate. It is the stuff of nightmares.
I am grateful that I always knew the honor of the road we traveled and savored every single mile. It was never a burden or inconvenient. There was inexplicable beauty even though the shadow of a catastrophic event always lingered. It taught us to savor the moment even while living with the reality each one could be the last. And eventually one was.
I will always remember it with love because we were there together. The road has ended yet the love remains. Even death dare to take something so sacred.
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