I had to laugh at her, even though what she said hadn't been that funny. It was because she was being herself. My Sharon. Her eyes were shining and her hair was falling down into her orange juice. That perfectly ordinary moment over breakfast on the morning before the end of my world. That was when the thought struck me: This is the best day of my life.
It turned out to actually be the worst day of my life. D-Day, Destiny day, the first day of the rest of my life.
But looking back on that morning... It was the best day of my life. Simply because it was another day I had with her. She blessed me with every hour she spent with me. Sharon was a light in my dark places when all other lights went out.
I never realized how much she truly meant to me until she wasn't there anymore. And now there's nothing I can do but miss her.