My next chapter.
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Sometimes life doesn’t turn out like you had hoped. When you say your vows you have all these beautiful ideas of what your future together will look like. You say to death till you part without even thinking how soon that last part will happen. You envision growing old together, holding hands, drinking morning coffee while rocking on the porch and watching the sunrise. You never expect your dream to be cut short — but yet, that’s what happened.
I was so lucky to have 30 years with my best friend. We grew up together. We created four gorgeous humans together. We spent romantic nights talking about what we’d do when we retired. We loved cooking together and the dream of traveling and owning a food truck was something we constantly talked about. We planned for it. “Let’s move to Florida and have a food truck and watch sunsets together!” Oh! What a glorious dream we had!
When my darling husband passed away unexpectedly and suddenly from cardiac arrest on Christmas Day a few weeks ago, everything I knew about my life died with him. He was my boy. He was my joy. He was my favorite.
Those first few days I didn’t want to live. I didn’t want to be here without him. The days were long and the nights were longer. I cannot even begin to describe my loneliness.
This grief is so LOUD.
As these days passed I knew I needed to keep going for our four beautiful children, and for me. My boy would never want me to be so lost. He’d want me to find my way, find a new joy…so…that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to continue on with our dream — with him in spirit.
I ordered a food trailer and I’m going to do what I’m not afraid of: cooking. Jeff would be SO excited! I wish he were here to be the frontman, to welcome the patrons, to chat it up while slinging fabulous food. He would be AMAZING.
So this is my next chapter. If you can find it in your heart to follow along, I would love that. If you can help me — I would be so appreciative and grateful. You’d be my forever foodie-groupies. ♥️
I was so lucky to have 30 years with my best friend. We grew up together. We created four gorgeous humans together. We spent romantic nights talking about what we’d do when we retired. We loved cooking together and the dream of traveling and owning a food truck was something we constantly talked about. We planned for it. “Let’s move to Florida and have a food truck and watch sunsets together!” Oh! What a glorious dream we had!
When my darling husband passed away unexpectedly and suddenly from cardiac arrest on Christmas Day a few weeks ago, everything I knew about my life died with him. He was my boy. He was my joy. He was my favorite.
Those first few days I didn’t want to live. I didn’t want to be here without him. The days were long and the nights were longer. I cannot even begin to describe my loneliness.
This grief is so LOUD.
As these days passed I knew I needed to keep going for our four beautiful children, and for me. My boy would never want me to be so lost. He’d want me to find my way, find a new joy…so…that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to continue on with our dream — with him in spirit.
I ordered a food trailer and I’m going to do what I’m not afraid of: cooking. Jeff would be SO excited! I wish he were here to be the frontman, to welcome the patrons, to chat it up while slinging fabulous food. He would be AMAZING.
So this is my next chapter. If you can find it in your heart to follow along, I would love that. If you can help me — I would be so appreciative and grateful. You’d be my forever foodie-groupies. ♥️
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Laurie Eller
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Versailles, KY