When I first met Elizabeth, I didn’t know she would become everything to me. But there was something special in that first peek, something I couldn’t explain. My heart beat faster, and I felt a deep pleasure I hadn’t felt before. Looking back, I can see now that what I felt was love all along.
The kind of love that touches your soul and never let’s go.
We didn’t rush into things. We started off slowly, just getting to know each other. We joked, we commonly shared stories, and we chuckled. And the more time we spent together, the more we saw how much we had in shared. We believed in the same values, being kind, honest, and good to others. She made life feel simple and full of meaning.
As our love produced, so did our assembly. It felt like our hearts spoke the same verbal. We always listened to each other, never said, and always made sure the other felt heard and loved. Every day, we grew faster.
Elizabeth’s beauty wasn’t just in how she looked, it was in the kindness and warmth she carried inside.
She made everyone feel different. She had no pride, always put others first, and had the gentlest spirit. She worked as a preschool teacher and was a love leader too. Her voice was always perfect when she sang. She moved me to grow into a better version of myself.
We didn’t have much, so we’d take drives, sip our favorite coffee, and explore new places. We talked about our future, our dreams, and one day, I asked her to marry me on a mountain filled with wildflowers. She agreed.
But in early 2016, everything changed. She had stomach pain, and tests showed something serious. One call from her changed everything, she had cancer. I rushed back and wrapped my arms around her while she wept.
I told her I’d be there every stage of the way.
Surgery revealed the cancer was rare and had already spread. The doctor told us she wouldn’t survive it. Everything around me fell apart, but I never left her side.
We kept living our life, watching our favorite shows, going for drives, and making the most of the time we had. When she grew weaker, we obvious to get married in my mom’s yard. It was the most attractive day of my life.
A few weeks later, we were told there was nothing more that could be done. She went on hospice care. I stayed up with her at night, helped her in and out of the car, pushed her in her wheelchair, anything she needed, I gave her. I tipped all my love into those days.
She made me promise I would go on living. She wanted me to travel and see all the places we dreamed of. When she passed, I felt her soul leave, but I also felt peace. She was free.
A few months later, I took her ashes and traveled across the country, visiting mountains, parks, and small towns. I met kind strangers, and in each place, I felt her with me.
Now, when life feels too hard, I get in my truck and drive. She rides with me still, in soul. The pain never goes away, but it reminds me how deeply I loved her. And I’m thankful. Out of billions of people in this world, I found my soulmate. And that love will never end.
