💕 Montagsherz – Voilà ! 💕
21 hours ago
Greeting Card Universe wouldn't let me list this as an Easter card because it doesn't include the word Easter.
Aargh!
Andy Yohe of the United States carries the puck during Ice Sledge Hockey Preliminary Round Group A Game between United States and Korea on Day Two of the 2010 Winter Paralympic Games. Getty Images photo by Kevin C. Cox.
I don't think my feet touched the ground after we learned we'd been drawn for my third and my husband's second Ride the Rockies. Until 11 hours later when we learned his brother had died.
Now it literally feels as if a million years have passed. Yet I still catch glimpses of glistening crow's feet on my husband's face. And I wonder if the pain will ever fade.
For the first three days, The Lizard kept saying he wishes he'd been there for me when I went through this. We met two years and two months later. I wish I had known him when I went through this, too. I wish we'd met 20 years ago! Just think of the kidlets we'd have produced! Little Lance Armstrongs with morals who could write poetry, shoot a camera and blast through a skein of yarn as fast as they could pedal up Mount Evans. Teenage cyclists who might be vying for a Team USA spot in the next Summer Olympics.
During the 11-hour drive to the memorial service (there's that melancholy 11 again), I mindlessly performed another aerial unwind. I unraveled a scarf I'd begun a little more than eight years ago and was unable to finish after my brother died. I'd taken along an entire bag of projects (UFOs – unfinished objects) to work on during the long, long drive. But I didn't feel like working on any of them. Instead, I unwound. The detangling process brought soothing comfort. I created a huge ball of yarn that will one day be reborn into something else. A treasure that won't hide in the deepest recesses of our still all-concrete, frigid-in-winter basement.
But was I crying over the lost medal or my newest Lost Boy?
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