The Knot

Today would have been our 12th anniversary. 12 years since we said I do. 12 years since we tied the knot. 

It was a beautiful sunny day. Laura looked beautiful in her dress. Everything was perfect and exactly the way she wanted it. She planned it all meticulously. She was still subtly checking details throughout the day, making sure that it was exactly how she envisioned it. We always wanted to do it again; surrounded by family and friends, the joy, the happiness and all the many other things that made the day special. 

One night a few months ago, on the night that I bought her an eternity ring, I suggested to Laura that it would be nice to renew our vows, especially the important part; no, not the "I do" part but the "in sickness and in health, 'til death do us part", part. That part that is as equally as important as the "I do", it just doesn't get the same billing. We generally take for granted that we will always be in health, that sickness will be nothing more than a mere common cold and that we all live a long, happy life until death do us part. 

But it doesn't end at death. We do not part. Nothing changes in parting. Those vows transcend death and the vow is made stronger in death. The knot was tied and that knot cannot be taken apart. If anything I will tighten that knot. I will reinforce that knot and make it as strong as it has ever been. 

By altering that vow I have made the knot stronger. Nothing will ever change it.