The other morning, I was driving to my gym and I was listening to some talk show and the talk show hosts were discussing the concept of soulmates. Particularly, they were discussing if every person had just one soulmate or several soulmates. One of the hosts leaned toward the attitude that we only have one soulmate while the other thought that if everyone only had one soul mate that it would be statistically impossible to meet them.
People were calling in with their opinions. One lady said she was married to her soulmate and she had spent the last 31 years married to him.
This pissed me off. Because if we only have one soulmate that means that mine was dead or I haven’t met him yet and Bryon was not my soulmate.
Frankly, I don’t like either option.
Why should all the married, non-widowed people get determine this? What makes them so special? Aren’t they special enough because they didn’t have to go through what I did?
But I shouldn’t let these people determine what love is for me. While I truly respect- and envy- these people who have been married for decades, they don’t know what it is like to watch the one that you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with die.
They also don’t know what it is like to experience soulmate love that transcends death. Because love doesn’t die.
I was also pissed because I used to believe in this notion that we only had one soulmate. Until the world as I knew it ended and the foundation of everything I believed was shattered.
And no offense to that caller, or to anyone who ascribes to that theory but it is naive.
I was naive.
Bryon was my Husband. He was also my best friend, the love of my life, my other half, my partner in crime, my co-pilot and my one and only.
He is my soulmate.
My Grandma Sullivan lived until she was 90 and my Nana Crowley is still alive at age 95. Both of my grandfathers lived until their 80’s. Grandma Sullivan had an aunt in Ireland who lived to be 98. Nana Crowley had an aunt who lived to be 111. (She was New England’s oldest resident when she passed)
I have the potential to be on this planet for a long time. I also could be hit by a bus tomorrow but I don’t want that to happen. My daughter would have to miss her gymnastics class and I am supposed to be going to a concert.
But seriously, I would love to meet my great-grandchildren.
But if we only get one soulmate then I would be lonely for the next 50 or more years. The thought of that makes me sad.
Also if I were to get married again and my new husband was my soulmate, then what does that make Bryon? That makes me sad too.
And I still too sad to even think about having a second soulmate right now but I know what when I am ready, I still have a lot of love left to give.
When I was younger, I was not good at dating. I was told I was intimidating. I had low self-esteem and could not imaging why I could be perceived as intimidating but now I know that it is because I am smart and I was closed off to people and standoffish. If any guy was interested, they were going to fail because I was not going to give my heart to anyone.
I convinced myself that I didn’t need anyone. Truthfully, I was lonely.
But Bryon saw something. And he was not intimidated. Or he never let on if he was. He saw through my tough facade and broke down my walls.
Bryon is my soulmate.
I will never understand why our time had to be so short. But I know with every fiber of my being that we were meant to be together. I am who I am now because of Bryon. He challenged me. He changed my way of thinking.
He taught me how to live.
He taught me so much that I will carry those lessons until I die. I hope those lessons live on in our daughter.
And when the day comes that I do leave this Earth, Bryon will be right there waiting for me.
And I know when it is time to meet my next soulmate, he will be an amazing man. He won’t be like Bryon. Bryon was one of a kind.
My second soulmate will be his own person.
But I am not the same person I once was so it wouldn’t make sense to look for someone like Bryon.
I am more open to people and I hope I am less stand-offish. But dating a widow or widower is intimidating. Especially when the widows deceased spouse is such a legendary person.
And my second soulmate will have to accept that I would always have love for another man. My second soulmate will have to understand that a widows heart expands.
My second soulmate will be amazing because Bryon would not let me settle for anything less. He would find a way to communicate to me if he thought I was making a poor choice. He would probably have “Last Christmas” by Wham! playing on every radio station, on repeat, because he knows that that is my personal vision of Hell.
Maybe I am the lucky one because I will the potential to experience “one and only” soulmate love twice?