This weekend marks what would have been his 24th birthday.
My husband is taking me out of town - no easy task in remote Alaska.
We’re going to see a friend perform in a play, see a movie (or three), go to COSTCO.
Such mundane, ordinary activities…
But, he knows me. He knows I need to keep moving.
That as much as I want to sit and stare into space, or sleep day in and day out, what’s best for me is to keep on keeping on.
Get out and interact with people.
To laugh, and cry, with others.
As we prepare to leave town I realize I will be spending this weekend with the same people who were with me the night before I found out about his death.
The same people I spent my birthday with less than two weeks later.
And those who just shared Christmas with me.
They’ve been here through it all.
I am very grateful to have such a wonderful husband, and great friends.
It’s gonna be a tough weekend, but I won’t have to go it alone.