Anniversaries are hard. I celebrated one just recently. August 27th marked two years since my dad passed away. My celebration that day was filled with tears, with laughter, with stories and old photos. It was a day that almost perfectly encapsulated my experience of life so far. It was sweet, sad, joyous, tender, filled with struggle but ultimately filled with love. My dad never saw things as black and white, and I think he’d say the same about grief. That’s what makes it so challenging at times. It’s also what makes it so beautiful. It’s not clear cut. It doesn’t just leave your body, never to return. It’s a force that must resurface in order to show you the bits of light.
Fifteen years ago this coming week, Derek and I stood before our friends and family members vowing to love and support one another. There’s no one I’d rather be partners with in this world. There’s no one I’d rather love and be loved by. So, yes, anniversaries can be hard- but not all of them. Some deserve to be celebrated.
To love and anniversaries,