Joe was the life partner of my mother’s cousin all of my life. He was an intermittent, but important part of my life. We loved him.
My mother’s cousin died several years ago. After our house fire last year, I didn’t have the heart to write to Joe, so he never knew. Joe had been very ill from complications of diabetes for years, and I had been trying to figure out how to restart the conversation but…
And now it is too late.
I hope he is finally comfortable. I hope that his memory will fill others with as much joy and love as I feel for this kind, generous, gentle man.
I hope that my heart will stop feeling like it is going to break — I think I am done with big losses for a while.