One Thousand, Eight-Hundred and Twenty Five Days

 

One thousand, eight hundred and twenty five is the number of days since I've seen those beautiful blue eyes. We met in February, 1981 when he skated beside me at the children's birthday party and introduced himself. His eyes were the first thing I noticed,  beautiful deep blue with long lashes that would make any female jealous!

We skated off to the side to have a conversation. The usual when you meet someone new.  Where do you live? Who are you here with? Do you have children? Where do you work? I remember we shared that we were both divorced and were not looking for anything serious and that memory makes me smile. We both said we just wanted someone to go out to dinner or a movie with, but nothing serious.

In the following days we were inseparable. We married on August 28, of that same year, 1981.  So much for nothing serious!

For forty years I was blessed to be his wife and look into those blue eyes. At this time of day exactly five years ago, I had no idea in a few hours I would never see his eyes open again.

Like most people that lose someone they love so very much I have such vague memories of the days leading up to that time. In the years that have passed since then, there have been so many things I want to tell him. So many things I want his advice on. So many times I just need to  hear his voice and get a hug. 

So many times I want to turn around and see his love for me shining so evident in his blue eyes...the window to his soul.