The Love of My Life | To Catch a Falling Star

6 months ago today was the last day I would spend with the love of my life, Maureen, alive. I came to the only place that seemed appropriate to write, “To Catch a Falling Star.” I am sitting at Teo’s Gelato and Espresso across from Seton Hospital on 38th street. I am looking up at the room on 7 North, the room that 6 months ago tomorrow I was looking down from as the day dawned. I looked out over the Hill Country and saw stars twinkling as dawn was arriving and looked down and saw Teo’s. Teo’s, the place where Maureen and I brought our 3 kids for gelato frequently after school. It has always been a special place. Now, it is sacred space. With the title, “To Catch a Falling Star,” you might not expect me to talk about clowns and the circus, however, that is exactly what is to follow. Its connection to catching falling stars will become apparent and explicit at the end. Like so much of what I write, this one has been bouncing around in my head and my heart for months. Today, though, is the one where it will flow out, though my fingers, and into this latest post in the Love Of My Life. As I said in a voicemail I recently left for my sweetie, my Maureen, my love has only deepened and strengthened since her passing. I miss her terribly, but every time I think about her, every time I write about our love, I realize how blessed I was and am to have spent more than half my life with this...

The Love of My Life | Heaven Was Pink for One Day

Night is falling on Easter Day 2015. It has been an emotionally powerful Holy Week, staring last Sunday as we committed Maureen’s ashes on Palm Sunday. Then, the following day I celebrated my 50th birthday. I spent the day reflecting at the Lake Austin Spa Resort. The last time I was at the Lake Austin Spa was with Maureen, so it was both a refreshing day and a thoughtful one. On Monday, as I enjoyed a facial, lunch, reading by the pool and a massage, I decided that I was no longer going to use the word, bittersweet. For more than half of my life, I was with the love of my life, Maureen. Every day was sweet, and although I would love to continue to enjoy every one of my days with my beautiful bride, there is nothing bitter about love. I am certainly sad that she is no longer with me physically, but I am not bitter. I’m still in love. As we traversed Holy Week, love, obviously came up frequently, as our feet were washed on Maundy Thursday; as Christ celebrated the last supper with his disciples; love was even on display in His death on the cross; and then today, the power of love washed over all of us as we celebrated His resurrection. You can see the impact of love in all of the wonderful Facebook pictures of friends and family having fun together, loving one another. Whether celebrating Passover or Easter, every one of us is celebrating love, and it shows. It is beautiful, and it is powerful. Love is the ultimate act of religious freedom. The...