Caveat: Soul mate

Tuesday was the 10th anniversary of my estranged wife's suicide.  That sounds strange:  "estranged."  I feel there would be something dishonest to simply write:  "my wife's suicide" – because if she hadn't died, we'd be divorced by now – I have no doubt.  It's only on technical grounds that I'm a widower and not a run-of-the-mill divorced guy.

But the imperfection between us was not a perfect imperfection.  Which is to say, there were important, significant, good things between us.  And I miss those, sometimes.  We had agreed, early on, that we were not "soul mates."   Which was something we both, nevertheless, believed in.  Which meant that we knew it was an imperfect match.  But we were friends – even best friends, for a long time.  We could talk about stuff.  Or argue about stuff.

[broken link! FIXME] 1996MinneapolisMNMichellesGraduationUofMWithJeffrey (2)  Some time back, surfing around the internet, I ran across the following quote, embedded in someone's blog:

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down the walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave." — Elizabeth Gilbert

This is a definition of "soul mate" that I find challenging.  And interesting.  Yet… by that definition, there is no doubt that Michelle was, in fact, my soul mate.  

[Shown, one of my favorite pictures of Michelle, with her son (my stepson), Jeffrey, at her Univ of Minnesota graduation.  She had become a chemical engineer, earlier that day.]

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