I want to tell you a story.
One day, some time after Bob died and before I met Mike, I was walking through the hallway of the assisted living where I worked, pushing the wheelchair of one of our participants of the day center to her beauty shop appointment. There was a spry elderly lady in a blue cardigan sweater opening the door to her apartment. I noticed she had a hyphenated name above her door.
I asked her about this because it is unusual for someone of that generation to have a hyphenated name.
"I had two husbands and I loved them both," was her answer, a broad open smile on her face.
I started crying right there in the middle of the hallway with my hands gripping the wheelchair for balance.
I knew that was what I wanted my story to be.
When people ask me how I can love Mike and still love Bob I always think of that woman and her broad smile. It is not a competition, the heart's limits are boundless.
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