Well. That clearly wasn’t him, now was it?
He’s the one who reminds me day in, day out of said broken heart. At least on days when I think too hard about everything that happened. This time of year, I do exactly that.
Not only does my Seasonal Affective Disorder come and slap me upside the head right around the first of September, these months are heavy with “Bret Memories.”
October 17 is our wedding anniversary. We would be celebrating 19 years if he hadn’t chosen to leave. 😳
His birthday is November 10. He would have been 55.
Then my birthday is in January (I’ll spare the age part), then his death-a-versary is February 11.
When I think about all of these things and the fact that he still decided to exit, it’s hard to believe he meant those sweet words.
I think, though, on that day, at that time, he meant it.
I feel like there were plenty of other days when he didn’t mean it, but on that particular date in time, some 14 years back, I think that he did.
It’s just hard to see the bright, shining spots when I feel like my world is going dark for the next six months.
That’s why it’s extra important that I hold on to them with all my might when I see them.
They help light my way until the sun shines once more.