Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, fast approaches. It begins sundown September 29 and ends the evening of September 30.
More importantly, September 29 is the anniversary of Lorin’s death.
If you are a believer, this is the day that God will forgive you, purify you and cleanse you of all your sins.
I am hoping that God or whatever Life Force there is will help me get through this day.
I fear the day. It will mark the end of all “firsts”: the first Thanksgiving without Lorin, the first Christmas without Lorin, the first Valentine’s Day, the first wedding anniversary, the first birthday, and so on.
This Day may bring a measure of closure, but of this, like everything else, I cannot be certain. I have learned there is no certainty and no security in life. I am accepting this without self-pity or a sense of hopelessness. It is my truth. I am living it.
My life is forever changed, having lost my “Lost One.” That’s what Lorin used to call me, referring to the short story “The Lost Ones” by Samuel Beckett. On September 29, I lost the love of my life, my favorite person in the world, my writing partner, and the one who understood me better than anyone ever has, and possibly ever will. I will try to be happy and continue to write and pursue the dreams we had forged as “Team Sweetie,” but I am forever changed.
Do not pity me.