I don’t consider myself a religious person, but I do think I am spiritual.
After my wife Allyson’s passing, I often reflect on how we met and the life we built together. It feels as though we cannot simply be a collection of random atoms and molecules in a chaotic cosmic soup. I would like to think there’s something more purposeful, more divine.
Just imagine the number of random things that had to happen perfectly for Allyson and I to meet. Any small deviation could have derailed that from happening.
Maybe I never immigrated to the US. Maybe I went to a different college. Maybe I took a different job after graduation instead of working for the US Army. Now multiply that by all the random events in Allyson’s life.
And yet, we met and built a life together. How miraculous is that? Was it destiny?
I remember the first time I reached my hand out to Allyson. When she held my hand back, our fingers interlaced perfectly together. No awkwardness, no fidgeting. Just perfect together, as one.
As Elvis famously sang: take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you. We belonged with each other.
Who sent Allyson my way? I have no idea, but someone was looking out for me and sent me an angel, my Allyson. Unfortunately, she’s now gone at…