Once upon a time there was a boy. There was also a girl. They grew up doing the best they could, feeling their way through this world, just trying to figure life out. They had friends and family. They liked some of them a lot and some of them not so much. But they were each important because they each helped shape who the boy and girl would become.
One day the boy and girl were grown up. They didn't need their parents the way they had in the past and wanted to be independent. After dating other people they finally found each other. He liked her right away; she didn't think he was as cool as he did (or the other way around). But eventually, after spending lots of time together, they fell in love. They each decided the other person was the neatest person they'd met and chose them to be their partner forever. They got married and began creating their own home.
Life was good sometimes. Other times it was sad. Sometimes they fought. Sometimes they forgot they loved each other. But they worked hard to stay together, trying to remember how they'd felt in the beginning, remembering that they had chosen each other.
She stayed home with the kids because she wanted to. He worked because he felt like that was his responsibility and was proud to do it. But when he lost his job and couldn't find another one, she worked and he cared for the kids. (Or the other way around.)
They each did lots of work the other one didn't notice and appreciate. They each irritated the other. Sometimes on purpose. They also both learned to forgive. And to be sorry.
There were lots of wonderful times. There were also lots of hard times. Sometimes he rescued her. Sometime she rescued him. But usually they rescued themselves.
Most of the time they were glad they'd chosen to walk life's roads together. Sometimes they walked holding hands. Sometimes not. Sometimes he walked further ahead while she stopped to catch her breath. And sometimes one of them wandered off the road a bit. But they always either found their way back or one went looking for the other and guided them back.
They got old. He got sick. She took care of him. She wasn't super well either. Then he got so sick he died. She was sad. Really, really sad. She missed him a lot. She thought she would never be happy again.
Little by little, the light came back into her heart. She found happiness again. Not in another man or a job or anything, just in herself. She found that she could be whole just by herself. Or, at least, pretty darn close.
She had friends and family. She continued to live. And she thought of him a lot and was grateful for his part in her life. She still missed him, but it didn't hurt so much. She was grateful for that little ache in her heart because it meant she'd loved and been loved.
And one day she just didn't wake up.
And she was happy because she was with her partner again, her best friend. And she'd missed him. And there was so much more life ahead of them, just in a way they didn't know before. A brand new adventure for them to share.
This post was inspired by the Ruby Gloom episode Venus De Gloomsville.