December 6
Today would have been my second wedding anniversary to Steven who passed away after suffering a spinal cord injury, resulting in quadriplegia, four months ago. His urn arrived in the mail yesterday but I can't open the box yet, it's too painful. Life and death shouldn't share space together. I won't associate the best thing that ever happened to me, with the worst thing. I found a letter from him. It was overwhelming to read after so long, it had been tucked away in a drawer under other papers. I could hear him very clearly and in the letter he said he had been searching his whole life for his home and he finally found it me. I couldn't have written more truth about our relationship than he did in that letter. Everything with Steven was beautiful and tragic, the ying to my yang and that has to be celebrated, like my anniversary today. I want to remember how fucking awesome that day was. We were in Las Vegas feeling like we hit the jackpot getting married to each o...
