It was a clear, sunny morning on July 2nd, 2005, not an ugly cloud in the sky. I got ready in a room with the women most pronounced in my life at that time. I was escorted by the 8 beautiful women of my bridal party through the hotel and across the country club in California. I stopped briefly at the white fence behind the gorgeous gazebo before taking my place at my father’s side. I wanted to take a peek at what awaited under the arched flowers… the sight made my heart race! ….There he waited… for me. At 11am I stood before my best friend, the man I went to for advice, comfort and love. I couldn’t tell you what our Pastor spoke of that morning. I can only remember David’s hand embracing mine and his eyes- the most pure shade of blue seemed to burn straight into my soul. I remember thinking “Finally… Finally…” It was on that day David took my hand, placed a ring on my finger, and made me his bride. Thus begun our dance.
Today is our 4 year wedding anniversary.
July 2nd represents the most important union in my life. It represents a covenant. A promise. When I was told that David was killed, I remember thinking, “I will not let this end.” I was thinking about my marriage. As time has passed, I’ve been able to continually iron out my thoughts and confirm the ideals I choose to live by. After January 8th, I made a promise (a re-commitment of my vows) to find a way to continue my marriage with David. At the time, I didn’t know what exactly I was promising myself. I didn’t know what it was like to live day in and day out without the sound of his voice or the warmth of his body. Of course… At age 22, I had never heard of a widow pursuing the growth of her relationship with her deceased husband! But I knew I had to try. Regarding my decision, I’ve been told that death ended our union, I’m denying myself joy, I’ve forgotten how to love, and what I seek cannot be found… and I’ve told them all, “Watch me.”
And so, my “dance” with David continues. Our relationship is different is every way. This dance… is hard. Painful. It has its frustrations and anguish. But how can anyone judge my path if it is I who is willing to bear the obvious burdens? To so many degrees I feel like David unknowingly prepared me for this phase in our journey together. He taught me that we don’t live for this world, love is the point of all sacrifice and that love, the context of all missions, is stronger than death. I choose to believe and hold onto his words. I can’t help but open my heart more and more deeply… to allow him to love me, even now… even after death… on the day that marks the commitment to our soul’s union.
To My Husband,
We are separated by form, but ‘I am here.’ One day I will be brought to my hearts true home. Until then, we dance. My heart burns for you.
Happy Anniversary, My Love.