We remember our dearly departed throughout the year, but on death anniversaries we can count on the calendar to trigger our emotions. Similar to remembering where we were on 9/11, a death anniversary of a loved one is steeped in our psyche because of its tremendous impact on our lives. On anniversaries loved ones may visit the grave, light a candle, say a prayer, raise a glass in toast.
That initial anniversary in widowhood was the most powerful, having survived the Year of Firsts. As each anniversary presented itself, life was a little different. I was different.
Today marks seven years since Robert passed. I once stumbled upon a morning ritual of Robert’s during a challenging time in his life after he lost his mother. Before he left for work, he queued up his favorite Aretha Franklin song, closed his eyes and listened.
Robert, I hope you’re at peace. I hope you’re with your mother and father (and I hope they’re getting along up there!). Thank you for all the wonderful times. Please know that I am happy and that…I Say A Little Prayer for you.