Belated

They often say it's the thought that counts. This past Valentine's Day, we spent the day grieving. It was the day after we received the news that Tony's Mom would soon reach the end of her journey here with us on Earth.

It was not a day of celebration at all. Tony and I did not even exchange the pleasantry of wishing each other a Happy Valentine's Day. After spending more than 28 with each other, it was not a big deal at all. It was the furthest thing from our mind.

As we try to return to the new normal without her here with us, we realized the day went by unnoticed. There were a few of those days rolled in there. We decided to take this past weekend to try and reverse the time warp we've been in.

We're old enough to realize we can never regain time that has escaped us. But we have also been around long enough to know that it's not about the amount of time we have, but what we do with the time we're given. We tried to make the most of the time we had with Eleanor. And we know she'd want us to get back to living.

So, happy belated Valentine's Day, Tony. Here's to many, many more.