Two years ago I lost one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. He was also my ex-husband.. We were marrried for 24 years when we separated. We'd been friends since we were 15/17. Part of me died when he died. We may not have been married any longer, but the day I lost him, I lost part of me. No one knows you like a spouse of 20+ years. You do not turn love off. It changes, yes. It doesn't get turned off.
This is one of my favorite photos of David. He was such a quiet and thoughtful man. Affable he liked to tell you, because he liked the way Doc said it in Tombstone. He'd tell you he was right as the mail and give you a literal pat on the back. He loved the Doobie Brothers and could sing suprisingly well. I loved to sing Garth and Trisha with him. And listen to him sing Leader of the Band and know why it was so special to him. Those are the things no one else will ever know. The way his eyes turned colors with his mood, his very quiet moods. His hugs were the best, if you could get him to smile it would light up the room. He was a challenging man, but he loved very deep.
We made many promises when we were married. Some I have been able to keep, some I have not. One I promise to keep as often as I can is that I will never ever forget him. In the song Glorious, Macklemore says, "We die twice. Once when they bury you in the grave and the second time is the last time somebody mentions your name." David, wherever you are, whomever you chose to be with in spirit tonight, please know you will not die twice in my lifetime. Woofers and Tweeters forever, Love Always, Chanda.
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