On February 18, Chuck and I would have celebrated 31 years together.
It sucks that he’s dead and we can’t rejoice in being together.
We wouldn’t have anything necessarily planned. Maybe go out to dinner, wherever we happened to be in our travels. It would have most definitely wrapped up with great sex.
Fucking cancer that took him from me.
We loved Valentines Day too. Possibly and probably I loved it even more, but Chuck always went along with it and always got me something. He and I were really good about showing and speaking our Love to one another every day. Valentines Day just gave one more reason to celebrate us and our Love.
So, I can easily brush off Valentines Day and just wish it gone. Except that I really do believe in Love. I believe in the fierce power of Love, and that Love is everywhere, if we only open our eyes. It’s around us in big and small ways and in between ways. I’ve met thousands of people as I’ve traveled the country in my pink car, towing my pink trailer. It isn’t Love like I had with the Love of my life, but it is Love, and I intend to spend the entire month of February celebrating that. I’m going to read about Love, and Love stories, in books and poems. I’m going to talk to people about Love and hear their stories. I’m going to fully immerse myself in the study of Love and how and why it’s the most powerful force in the Universe. And while I’m doing all this I’m going to miss Chuck with my whole being. I’ll allow the tears to fall and I’ll keep reading and talking through the tears. I’m going to show Love to family and friends near and far. I’m going to call my friends and tell them how much they mean to me. I’m dedicating myself fully to Love even more than I do on the regular.