The Beginning of the End

On March 6, 1989 I met Steve Marsh for the first time.

On March 2, 2018 I kissed him good-bye for the last time.

What happened in between? Well, that would be our life together. We knew each other for 29 years and were married for 26.5. I think I get to count that 0.5. It actually means the world to me.

We were blessed with two beautiful children; one bio, one adopted. We tried for more, but that just wasn’t meant to be. I only point out that we have a biological child and an adopted child because Steve was so proud of it. We decided, after bringing our daughter home, that all people should experience getting children the old fashioned way, and getting them through adoption. But more on that, and them, later.

This blog is for me. I need it. I never imagined I would be widowed at the age of 50. I never imagined I’d have to live out my life without him by my side. I never imagined any of this. But I can remember. I remember his smile. I remember his laughter. I remember the way his lisp would show up when he got excited or spoke quickly. I remember so much, and I don’t want to forget. I want to remember it all. I want to relive it all. I don’t want my story with Steve to end. EVER.

I hope that you will follow me on this blog. I don’t know how often I’ll post. I don’t know if it will be painful or enjoyable. I just know that I once had it all. I was loved by someone beautiful. And I don’t want that to end.