When I dream, sometimes I go in the past and relive adventures with my husband Dwight. We might be hiking in New Mexico, playing in the Oregon coast, visiting Amish stores, or riding the Harley. We put a lot of living into our 17 years together and I'm grateful for every adventure. Last night we were at Hawk Creek Falls with four dacshunds. If Dwight were here, I probably wouldn't have gotten Honey so in my dream there were just four of them. We had taken three so what was one more? Dwight caught fish for dinner. The dogs jumped off the ledge at the Falls so I could get some amazing pictures. There was fog in the camp ground that lifted by mid morning and the water felt great. The best part of the dream? Hearing Dwight laugh. I miss so many things about him, but I think I miss his laugh most of all. After his diagnosis, I didn't hear it as often but the fact that I heard it at all speaks volumes. Even in pain and staring death in the face, he found the strength and wisdom to laugh at some things. I graduated magna cum laude, but he taught me so much and made me a better person. I think that's what true love is...learning to be better and laughing about it.
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