Today, I remember what Renee was to me.
When you get married, you hear a lot of flowery language about two people becoming one. Being poetically tone-deaf, such words were always lost on me. As I look back at my time with Renee, I see how she became a part of me and I her. When faced with the hard decisions of everyday life, such as, where we do live, where do I work, how do I teach and care for Henry, I hear her gentle voice advising me. Not literally, of course, but I feel her in my mind.
I can almost see her. She would furrow her brow, thinking hard about what would be best for Henry and I. She would never put herself first, she just wasn't wired that way. Finally, she would turn to me and, in a way that said she wasn't exactly sure, she would tell me what she thinks is best. And it always was.
When you get married, you hear a lot of flowery language about two people becoming one. Being poetically tone-deaf, such words were always lost on me. As I look back at my time with Renee, I see how she became a part of me and I her. When faced with the hard decisions of everyday life, such as, where we do live, where do I work, how do I teach and care for Henry, I hear her gentle voice advising me. Not literally, of course, but I feel her in my mind.
I can almost see her. She would furrow her brow, thinking hard about what would be best for Henry and I. She would never put herself first, she just wasn't wired that way. Finally, she would turn to me and, in a way that said she wasn't exactly sure, she would tell me what she thinks is best. And it always was.
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