Yesterday, I woke up in a funk. Actually, I couldn’t tell you the last time I woke up with a totally positive outlook. I suppose it was June 2, 2009, the morning Shani was killed.
She and I had been arguing the night before about where we were going to live when we moved to South Florida. I wanted to get a place on the water, and she wanted to be a bit further inland. I ended up being the one to bend, finding a condo only about 5 minutes from the beach. When I awoke the morning after, I sent her a quick text apologizing for the night before. She responded, “It’s ok babe. I get you.” She did, too. She always “got” me. After that exchange of texts, I went about my day, excited about my new job, the move, and our future in Florida. Little did I know that she would be dead later on that day.
