I’m not trying to go all Alanis Morissette on you, but isn’t life ironic?
My husband and I just got back from a couple of days away to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. Ten years ago today, on August 23, 1997, at exactly 2:00 PM, at a church not far from here, our marriage ceremony began.
When I think back on our wedding vows, I remember them very clearly. We stated that we would be true to each other, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, until we are parted by death.
Today, on August 23, 2007, at exactly 2:00 PM, at a funeral home not far from here, my Uncle’s calling hours began.
Tonight when I saw my Aunt, who had been married to her husband for 43 years, I couldn’t help but think how lucky I am to have been married to mine for only ten. I can only hope and pray that my Uncle is looking down and helping us on this journey. He obviously knew what he was doing.
I am sitting here at my computer, still drying my eyes after a tough evening at the funeral home. To my Uncle, I love you and I will miss you. To my husband, I love you and I cherish you.
Until we are parted by death.