I think it was about 18 months after Kirstin died that it began to happen that there were some days when I never thought of her at all. Then out of the blue, I would be taken back to the 5th July 2008 in an instant, not as a memory, but the past made present:
I had just arrived home from gym when my mom called and asked me to come as there had been an accident. Carmen and I headed along the
Carmen and I have been married for more than a decade, often tell each other that we love the other, are aware of that love, and take it for granted in day to day life - which is itself a gift. But even so, sometimes I need her to stop me and really make me hear her tell me that she loves me and I need to do the same for her. It is similarly important to honour anniversaries and birthdays - in gratitude sure, so that we don't forget the graces that we receive/d from those whose lives have brushed our own, but also that in stopping to think, remember and reflect on or with those close to us, we stop our lives to say: You are a part of my life. I know I take you or your memory for granted sometimes. But you hold a place in my heart that surpasses in meaning all the other distractions, deadlines and demands that clutter my life; And I would let go of all of them in a heartbeat for you. Wherever you are. And I love you.
God keep you close Kirst. Until we meet again.