Since loosing Greg, I have often considered writing and sharing our story outside of this blog.

As significant dates have come and gone in the last two years, you may recall on some of these dates, I have shared some of the stories behind the significance of these dates. Others have been too difficult to write about.

(You may have noticed the absence of parts of our story, if you’ve followed this blog long enough).

Our story is about a beautiful and imperfect love; the kind of love that only comes when you find your soul mate and best friend, the person God created you to be with; the person that completes you and “gets you”.

Greg and I did not have the chance to have the fairy tale ending that we had planned; one view is we were robbed of our future before we had the chance to start it.

We didn’t get to spend years and years together,  build a home,  have a family, make a life together till we were old and grey in our rocking chairs.

Heck we didn’t even have the chance to make it down the aisle.

Even after everything that I have been through, I wouldn’t trade the 6 months that I knew Greg for anything. I wouldn’t trade my time with him for anything. All the ups and downs and learning experiences in the end are all worth it. I wouldn’t give up our time together.

We were destined to meet so I could help Greg become the man that he needed to be, in order to complete his work here on Earth so he could go home to Jesus. We just didn’t know it would be so soon.

I don’t know if I’m “ready”, and I definitely do not want to be a “copycat”, as so many who have experienced loss of any kind write memoirs.

Our story needs to be told, the ups, the downs and the in between;

even if no one reads it but me.

That means going back and reliving and telling our story, some of the best times of my life some of which although happy and joyful at the time, are very painful to think about now.

It also means talking about the negative things, the things we struggled with both individually and as a couple.

 It also means talking about loosing Greg and the days weeks and months that followed most of which I would rather just avoid than struggle through the PTSD that comes from thinking about it and sharing what has developed out of loss.

When it’s finished I hope I’ve done our love story justice.

And I Thought I Loved You Then My Love.

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