There was a time when a day didn't go by without thinking of her. Throughout our marriage, separation, unnecessarily grueling divorce, custody years, and, of course, the final 13 months. Clearly, the range of thoughts were diverse and broad in context and intensity.
Her illness and death spurred my emotional evolution, introspection, and obsessive desire to be acutely aware of my uncertain fate and that of others. It's hard to keep this in mind throughout the daily events we all encounter, but I return to it every day, if not multiple times, and there's an innate aspect of my doing so that is solely Linda.
I may have missed stopping by today, but I'm okay with that. I've stopped plenty of times before and will again soon. If there's any chance she's 'out there watching' in some other dimension with a greater understanding of whatever this limited experience is that I'm still having, I'm quite confident she's aware of how grateful I am for the lessons I continue to learn from her influence and presence in my life.