She was perfect for me
This is probably my favorite picture of her.
It was taken the day we got married. That’s what she wore. It perfectly encapsulates what our marriage was all about.
She didn’t wear white. There was no ceremony, we just got hitched in the local courthouse. She’s holding her phone because there was some last-minute thing at work she had to answer. She was always helping others.
We took the money that her parents and my parents gave us for the wedding and invested it in Facebook instead.
Similarly, when we got engaged, I bought her an engagement ring but it wasn’t a diamond. Instead, she told me to put the money I woulda spent on a diamond towards our mortgage.
I never wore my wedding band but she never had a problem with that.
Said it before, love is two people looking at the world the same way.
She was my person and I was hers because we were always more interested in doing stuff that was actually important to us rather than all the stuff that was supposed to be important to us.
What was important to us was each other and each other’s happiness. That was it. It was us versus the world.
Me: We’re team McCarthy-Lo – see, I gave you top billing.
Her: (laughing) You and me against the world.
As an aside, that investment in Facebook and mortgage payment came in handy when everything went to hell.
In any case, we had dinner together almost every night the entire time we were together. I think that’s why she never cared about the wedding band.
Because she knew that, at the end of the day, there was no place I’d rather be and no one I’d rather be with than at the dinner table with her. And I knew the same was true of her.
We didn’t care about any symbols or metaphors about relationships, we only cared about the relationship itself.
That’s the truth and the truth is a powerful thing.
The only thing missing from our idyllic life was the kid. When he came, we thought it was finally our time. But it never was.
At some point, I know that I’ll have dinner every night with only 2/3 of my family once again.
She’ll never have dinner with us again.
The thought of it is almost too much to bear.
Me: (gently) It’s you and me, man. Us versus the world. We gotta take care of each other.
Location: at the foot of her bed
Music: say why don’t you and I get together? Fly to the moon and straight on to heaven