Maybe it was the conversation about our broken marriages on Saturday night when a group of us met at Laura’s house for dinner. Maybe it was because I’ve recently been writing about the day of my divorce. Maybe some of the blogs I read made me think of my marriage. Whatever the reason, I got the idea to google my ex husband’s name today and was shocked to see his obituary pop up. He passed away in February at the age of 65.
While we were mourning the passing of Bill’s mom, my ex’s children and grandchildren were doing the same for their loved one. It’s been years since I’ve spoken to him. His name has come up in conversation occasionally when friends of mine ask if I know how he’s doing or what he’s been up to. I can’t tell them much beyond the town he moved to and where he last worked when we split up. His obituary mentioned his dog, I knew he got one after moving into his new home.
He was a good man, father and grandfather. I’ve always wished him well even though our marriage ended. I’m sorry for his children and their children. May he rest in peace.