Feeling a bit lost

"Fred" is off enjoying his life. He's traveling the world, having people fly in to visit him, doing all the things he couldn't do when he was so sick. He hasn't answered any emails from us in several weeks. On one hand, we are thrilled that he is doing so much and enjoying his life again. On the other hand, I feel somehow lost without contact from him. There is just an empty sensation, like I've lost a good friend, yet the events that are taking place are exactly as they should be. Quite a paradox, eh?

Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there!

It's the strangest thing

During the entire nine months my husband was undergoing testing to donate, I hated "Fred" and everything he stood for. I held him personally responsible for every day I had to take off work for my husband's medical appointments, fear every moment of fear I felt, for making me feel like my future didn't matter, for the very act of being my husband's friend. I never wanted to see him again, period. I only went with my husband to Florida because I feared it would be the last time I would ever see him. I didn't want to be in the same state as the man who was willing to take him from me. Fast forward to the second the surgeon came out and told us they were fine and came through with flying colors...I was instantly bonded with Fred and his family in an inexplicable way. I now think of them every day and can't wait to see him again, as well as his family. Their joys are now mine, our souls are forever intertwined. Incredible...