While at work yesterday, I read Badger's post about her husband's gift of a AAA membership. "How thoughtful. How heartbreaking. How sage," I thought.
When I got home last night, GH was sitting on the couch sorting the mail. He handed me a small red, white, and blue card. "I forgot to tell you that I renewed my AAA membership a few weeks ago," he said. "I remembered that the warranty on the Subaru [my primary car] is almost up, so I added you to the membership. I know how you hate dealing with that stuff. Here's your card."
It's small consolation that us members of The Saddest Club Ever found the most thoughtful, wise, and caring people in the world to marry. In fact, it's no consolation at all. I feel such heartache for the fellow members of the club, and I acutely miss their husbands, who I never had the chance to know. I don't need to have met them to know that they were amazing men. And then there is the part of me who mourns GH even though he is still here, doing all he can to make our time together as beautiful and magical as possible, and to remove some of the annoyances out of the bleakness that will come when he is gone.