Well hello there…
Today starts the Perseids meteor shower that will take place over the next few days. The peak is on the morning of the 13th if you read this in any time sensitive capacity. I remember the first summer Evan and I lived together and this meteor shower occurred. I had just gotten off my closing manager shift at the movie theater. Evan had pulled out our huge blue comforter (the one our daughter is currently sleeping on) and he had it waiting in the grassy area beside the apartment’s parking lot. It was a little chilly so he had grabbed an extra blanket (yes it was chilly in August-we were in western Washington; it was 2am; I am always cold); he learned my quirks quickly. We laid there beside each other, holding hands and giggled and exclaimed excitement every time we saw a meteor. It was beautiful and it was romantic.
I just went up to my crow’s nest (upstairs deck) to see if I could make out any meteors. It is the first night and it is only about forty-five minutes after sunset, so no luck, but I am hopeful.
My mother-in-law and I were talking about a wedding she was invited to at the end of summer. It just so happens to be the day after the one year mark of Evan’s passing. And you see, the thing we have to remember is that that day will come. I know it will come because the day after he passed came around, some how, it still happened. I didn’t know how I was going to face the days, the weeks, the months after Evan passed, yet I have, because the world hasn’t stopped. That is probably the saddest thing because my personal world did, but everything else just kept going, and it continues to do so.
Nothing was going to stop what happened from happening. Evan did not get hit by a drunk driver. He did not pass away due to negligence. It was uncontrollable, as uncontrollable as the world is. And it is hard. Yet, here I am facing a new day…thank goodness for Addison.