There is the unique connection between Valentine’s Day and my Mom. There is the unique connection between Valentine’s Day and my Grandma. There is the unique connection between Valentine’s Day and the last place I worked.
Then my Mom died. My Grandma died. My best friend stopped all contact. And I no longer work.
After leaving work, but before I officially retired, I fell in love for the first time in my life. It was a case of opposites attracting but not enough to overcome circumstances. And though I tried as much as I could in the years after we separated, those circumstances ultimately led to her dying.
So, here I am, with those women I spent my most cherished moments on Valentine’s Day gone from my life and no one of “my own”.
Perhaps I should be bitter. Perhaps I should regard Valentine’s Day with cynicism, or at least disinterest.
But I’m not and I don’t.
I still think of Valentine’s Day as a wonderful day. A day where people who care about their special others can take a moment to remind them. I don’t see anything commercial about that. In fact, it would be wonderful if every day were Valentine’s Day.
Of course, some people will think that unrealistic. Romance, love, adoration don’t work that way, they might say. You can’t keep it turned on all day, every day, every year.
Maybe that’s true and without conceding that it is, those people just made my case for Valentine’s Day for me.
So, while I have no companion, I have plenty of special women in my life. Women who I care about and appreciate and who I make sure they know it through a card or contact.
But I do miss the flowers.