I’ve had the pleasure of interacting with Vanessa for something more than four years through our blogs. Now, six months after her husband passed away at far too young an age, she has shared moments from his memorial service. I believe it was the most beautiful memorial service that could ever be.
I am not a devoutly religious person, but the best I could hope for after I’m gone would be to be remembered with sentiments like these.
Today weighs heavy on me. Six months ago today, my husband died, happening even on the same day of the week. My last Shabbat as a wife was Valentine’s Day. Somehow that seems … appropriate, in a weird way.
- 6 months is
- 182 days is
- 15,724,800 seconds is
- 262,080 minutes is
- 4368 hours is
- 182 days is
- 26 weeks is
- 49.73% of 2020 is
- Yesterday is
- Forever
So I’m naturally a whirl of memories, about his death and the aftermath. I don’t think I ever shared with you anything about the memorial we had for him in June, once the Corona “shelter-in” had mostly passed. This six month “milestone” seemed like a good time to do that.
Thank you for listening.
Love, Vanessa ❤
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Great to hear from you, Sue! This re-blog is beautiful…
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It’s good to hear from you, too, Laura! I have been absent far too long, and this touched me so deeply, I couldn’t keep it to myself.. Thanks for stopping by!
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