In The Museum

A few weeks ago, I would have said that I didn’t have Mark. He hadn’t been a big part of my life for several years. Yet once I had made the decision to join Gretal’s program and stood up to his mother, he seemed to reappear again. Mark began to notice me again. He began to talk to me and make me feel…married.

To feel married. To me that meant having the other half of the marriage with you at least for part of the day. We would talk about our day and share our experiences. We would touch and be one. That had been in the early years of our marriage. But just yesterday I got a glimpse of that time. I felt Mark touch me for no reason other than to just let me know he was there.

A tear slid down my cheek. Was it sadness? I wasn’t really sure. I just knew that in that single tear was so much unspoken emotion.

“A perfect place for reflection.”