This year, I understand the meaning of Easter as a loving sacrifice to a degree that I haven’t before.
Devoting four years of your life,
loving your spouse indescribably intensely,
as you walk with them to the end of their days.
Realizing the honor you have been given:
You have been allowed to experience pure love
as they reach to you
as they die.
To know that the two of you have walked through each other-
keeping the pieces of you in the other.
When your loved one leaves this world,
a part of you dies with them,
and a part of them lives with you.
Perception of your life changes.
You feel an incredible aliveness
and emptiness at the same time.
How does one speak of such a feeling- other than to say:
Happy Easter, My Love.