His mom sent me this photo today. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it. It was our celebration of our pregnancy. We had just told them the weekend before that we were 6 weeks pregnant. We celebrated with sushi of course.
His mom asked me to write notes on all the photos for Zoya in the future. She is right. I need to make sure I spend time preserving his memory for her and not only my journey through this grief.
It’s so easy to lose the amazing loving man he was, behind the wall of his traumatic death. But years were spent with his smile and joy, and lifes were forever changed because of how he lived, not just how he died. Somehow in the end, his life must triumph over his death, it’s manner and suddenness. His life was so much more and so much longer. I must remember him, my love, the one with whom I became one.
This beautiful life.