His wife died one week after their daughter was born. She left behind a two-year-old son, a newborn daughter, and a husband reeling and gasping for air.
He said, “I’d love to meet you for coffee sometime. We should share our stories.”
And so we did.
He cried as he listened to my story. He cried as he told me his.
He’s remarried now, he and his new wife have had a child together, and his daughter is in Tyler’s class.
One life, one love, one story – doesn’t replace another one.
I listened carefully. In the course of one conversation, he spoke with joy about the life he lives, the woman he loves; and his eyes filled with tears as he told me about the woman he first married and the day he lost her.
He could embrace joy with his new life and still deeply miss the former one.
He showed me that one thing – one life, one love, one story – doesn’t replace another one.
His heart has the capacity to hold both.