The Love of My Life | All is Well

One of Maureen and my favorite parts of the holiday season is Lessons and Carols at St. Andrew’s Episcopal School. Like St. Andrew’s Day just a few weeks earlier, this celebration brings together the entire community. It sets the stage for the Christmas season. From the 1st graders to the 12th graders to faculty and staff to families and alumni, we join together in celebration, celebration of the impending birth of our savior, Jesus Christ, a baby in swaddling clothes in a manger, born to the Virgin Mary. Even before Maureen’s passing this past October, I could not make it through Silent Night without a tear coming to my eyes. I love this song, because whenever I hear it, I am not only singing its words, but I am remembering. I am remembering being a young acolyte at St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church in Westerville, Ohio, not far from where I grew up in Worthington. I am remembering my fellow youth group members. I am remembering kneeling at the altar rail. I am remembering the lights going low, with only the candles burning brightly, and remembering the joy in my heart at the Christmas season. I am remembering the first Christmas services I went to with my beloved Maureen and again feeling joy, joy that I would celebrate many Christmases to come with this amazing girl. I am remembering our trip to Africa to visit Maureen’s parents in the Cote D’Ivoire and singing in French as we celebrated Christmas there in 1993 at an amazing church in downtown Abidjan, just before Maureen and I moved to Austin, Texas in 1994....

The Love of My Life | You Are My Sunshine

As I told Maureen at her celebration of life, I intend to share our stories for weeks, months, and years to come. I share them both because the very act of writing them allows me to experience the stories and experiences again, to feel her presence, and to know our love. I share them because although our specific stories may be unique to us, love is not. Love is powerful; love is universal; and love wove together my soul with Maureen’s as a single fabric. I will be honest that as we approach the 8 week anniversary of her passing it is difficult to not have her soul present in a physical way. I know Maureen is still here, like I said in my love letter at her services, but she is now here in a divine way, not within our human grasp but present and loving nonetheless. However, there are three souls, very special souls that are here, and I am on a flight home from Washington, DC, as I write, eagerly anticipating seeing my Taylor, my Kyla, and my Katelyn. For out of the fabric of Maureen and my love for each other, each of them were woven by God. They are my sunshine. They were Maureen’s sunshine. For those at Maureen’s service at St. Andrew’s Episcopal School, we sang the words of sunshine together. Thanks to my mom we now have those words greeting everyone that enters our home, as shown in the photo to the left. They are special words. Unfortunately for Taylor, Kyla, and Katelyn, Maureen was and remains a better singer than me. I...