Anniversary
Dear Mark Today is our wedding anniversary. Forty-seven years ago we stood under a chuppa* alongside our parents, your brother, the best man, my sister, the maid of honor, and committed our lives to one another. I could close my eyes and imagine myself back on our wedding day, so young, so naive, so sure that our life would never go by as fast as it has. Today, only my sister and I remain on this earth. Time has stolen many of the people we love. We are like a grain of sand in this mysterious universe we are part of. But our love is so much more than that. Our love expands beyond the universe, the moon, the sun, the stars, the galaxies. And my grief is the gravity weighing me down, like a bag of sand, that I carry around while I try to exist on this earth, without you. *A chuppah (also spelled huppah, chupah, or chuppa) is a canopy used i...