It seemed like a good idea to take everyone to the mall.
My son was graduating from high school and I was in the midst of being separated from my husband. I had a cordial relationship of many years with my in-laws, so it seemed natural that they should all be house guests for the graduation festivities.
My son and his grandma were thrilled at the thought of the excursion. I felt good to have some place to go since it would have been somewhat awkward staying home. We all got out of the car. Then it hit! The candle shop had always held great fascination for me and I raced ahead to have more time to see all the amazing items. One candle caught my attention for its poetic beauty. Then I stood, mesmerized, realizing it said, “Love is Forever.”
My heart was purely broken as I confronted yet once again the loss of my dream that the candle’s words could be true. (The only gift from this was that it jump-started my grief process but it couldn’t have been at a more inopportune time.)
I found tears rushing down my face like an uncontrolled faucet. I walked on ahead in an effort to look like I was window-shopping. The windows reflected the pain in my face, and even the tears showed!
Somehow I got through the day, and even the visit — which I knew would be the last one for the in-laws since the divorce was soon to come. With the help of my sons and friends, ultimately I survived the period of transition from believing that love is forever to “Love is a choice made daily!”
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