Holidays

     I didn't decorate Peggy's room this year for Halloween.  Ghosts, skeletons, witches and candy (that she can't even eat) just aren't fun anymore when you've been staring death in the face for the last three or four years. Please don't be offended as I say that like it's no big deal, making a joke or a mockery of the situation.  My honesty is ripe with trying to understand how to navigate my world with Peggy still in it.   I'm with her as every holiday, anniversary, world event, reunion, birthday and Halloween comes and goes. I've learned that these events don't have the same meaning they used to.  Why?  Because they all mark the passage of time.  Time doesn't exist here as we used to know it.  Time surrounds us now with a celestial, infinite wisdom that has moved beyond the present. When I really hug her time will stop, close in on us, and all the years, all the holidays, all the love becomes one beautiful moment.