March 8th had never previously had a profound effect on my life. It had always been a day like any other. But four years ago, that day marked the separation between the calendar date that my mother and my father passed away. Although the losses were separated by almost 8 years, the fact did not go unrecognized that the dates of their individual passing almost overlapped. March 7th was the fourth anniversary of my mom’s passing and March 9th will be the twelfth anniversary of losing my dad.
Time is a funny thing. Had those moments not occurred within less than 48 hours of each other, eight years later, that single day on the calendar would go by inconspicuously. It would still be a day like any other.
But today has become a bridge – a connection that holds the memories of both my mom and my dad in a splendid moment of happiness between the two saddest days of our lives.
Today is the day when their laughter is heard and the thoughts of their smiles are etched in our memories. Those moments shine above the heartbreak of their losses. Today is the day that will hold us in its embrace, allowing us to live in the contentment of how wonderful life was when they were both still with us. And today is the day that we can stand on top of that bridge and not feel the pain of loss on either side.