I knew the weekend was going to be difficult for both of us, but it proved much more difficult for me than for her. Quite possibly the hardest thing I've ever done. I knowingly reopened some wounds of mine that had started to close because it meant that much to me that she address and dress hers.

A week ago, faced with life without her, I was surprised to discover a depth of feeling I didn't know I had. This weekend, upon her arrival, it happened again. I didn't know I was capable of making such an effort for someone I care about. I didn't know I was capable of caring about someone this much. Now I know.

It hurt the whole time, it hurts now, and it may yet hurt more soon. But it's worth it. Over the last three days, by trying to help her become her best self, I've become by far the best me I've ever been.