-Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd
This isn’t the blog post I was planning to write. I had planned to write a funny, light-hearted post about 25 years of marriage.
Yes, Dave and I are celebrating our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary this week. We’ve been two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl running over the same ground for 25 years and for the record, there’s no one I’d rather splash around with in the fish bowl of life.
But today, as I sat on the dock, my eyes filled with tears and I began crying.
Crying hopelessly for two dear friends who after decades of marriage had their happily ever afters stolen from them–one friend who lost her husband to brain cancer and another who had to put her husband this week in a home because of Alzheimers disease.
It’s just so unfair and incredibly sad.
But if there’s one thing 25 years of marriage has taught me, and the events of the last few weeks, it’s that there are no guarantees.
No guarantee people will grow old together.
No guarantee you will remain in love.
No guarantee that the phrase in sickness and in health will take on so much meaning.
No guarantee life won’t turn out the way you planned it.
To Dave, I simply say thank you for 25 wonderful years. I hope I never take you for granted, and whatever fate befalls us, I hope you will continue to be my faithful partner, swimming in circles, by my side.
And to Jack and Tom: I wish you were here.