1. Today, it’s been ten years since my abusive ex-fiancé sold my favourite guitar. He sold it on the day I left him. When I went to claim my belongings, he was proud that he had sold it to a pawn shop. Luckily, I managed to track down the guy who bought it from the pawn shop.
He was really sweet, and gave it back to me for free, on the condition that I accompany him on his front porch for an hour to play guitar with him.
He grabbed a second guitar and we ended up sitting there on his porch for the rest of the afternoon playing music, talking, and smiling. He’s been my husband for nine years now.
2. Today would have been the 127th day in a row that I visited her at the hospital as she rested in a coma. But last night I had a dream that she died, and I woke up in tears this morning and couldn’t bring myself to drive to the hospital to see her lying there like that.
So I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking of how I was going to have to learn to live without her for the rest of my life.
And then my phone rang, and it was her.