Like an Idiot Misses the Point

My husband passed away in June 2015. I'm participating in a counseling group called GriefShare that recommends keeping a journal of my grief process. The suggestion is to keep a separate private notebook, but I think I'm going to share it here instead. 

Brian and I were a force of nature - beautiful, powerful, transforming, and sometimes destructive. Drew Barrymore and Paul Rudd could make a movie about us, but it would have to be directed by Stanley Kubric (or maybe Quentin Tarantino). 

Our relationship was beautiful and sweet and true. We shared an unconditional love that was tested from all sides. We failed each other and forgave each other over and over for 21 years. Our scars made us stronger. We grew up together. We faced down hard times and celebrated good ones together. Whatever we were doing, we did it together. 

We weren't a perfect couple, but we shared a perfect love and were perfect for each other. If I were a Mad Lib, Brian was the random, funny words that filled in the blanks.

I miss him like an idiot misses the point and I don't really know how to be me without him. 

Brian and I in 1994

Some things I miss about Brian:

• Humor, sarcasm, snark
• Sense of adventure
• Perfect popcorn
• Shenanigans with the dogs
• Enthusiasm for good food
• Prizes and presents
• Unconditional love