This coming Tuesday marks the end of a private (and sometimes not so private) month of hell that I’ve been living in. It started with my birthday, continued with Dave’s birthday, then our anniversary, and it will conclude with the anniversary of his passing on the 23rd. In spite of the fact that I’ve made it through all of the above, I have little idea how to prepare myself for the day.
I’m thankful to say that while having dinner with a friend last night, though, it sort of got put into perspective for me. While the subject that he was discussing was entirely different, the principle was the same. He was talking about how his kids were always being forced to remember the dates that things happened in school. And he said that it didn’t really matter when things happened, but instead that they happened and what their significance was. He doesn’t even know how profound I found this statement to be but I believe he was so, so right.
While I already have a few activities planned for the 23rd, it really doesn’t matter what the date was, it matters what happened and what I have chosen to do going forward from the event. So, I hereby publicly take this moment to mourn deeply the loss that so many of us who loved him are feeling as this anniversary comes to pass.
But, I also need to look at the bridges built by my Love because of who he was in this world. As you have all heard me say so many times, I am grateful for the HFUNs and how they have enriched my life. Not only them, but one of Dave’s other brother’s as well. I am especially grateful for the relationship that I have with his nieces (the HFUN daughters) and also for the time that I get to spend with his son. I still consider it a miracle and a great gift that these people are a part of my life and I still maintain that without them that I probably wouldn’t be here today.
Lastly, I look at who I have become in this same amount of time. I was going to say ‘this last month not withstanding’ but I actually think even it has been part of a tremendous step forward for me. While it’s true that through the stress of all these remembrances I have gained back some of the weight that I worked so hard to lose, I have never given up on my goals. And, more specifically, to the point of this whole entire long winded MMP, I have never given up on chasing my dream of running a marathon for me and for the memory of the man who inspires me and gives me hope.
So, thank you, Dave, for having enriched the lives of so many, even after you were gone. The world is a better place because you were a part of it. And because of you, I’ll keep on chasing my dream based on a memory…

Thanks, guys, for bearing with my tribute. And my thoughts still are with Cheryl,** lieu**, and Taters as they remember their loved ones as well.
