Three Years Ago and We Were Living the Dream
Three Years Ago and We Were Living the Dream

Three Years Ago and We Were Living the Dream

It’s hard to believe that three years ago today, Grubby and I took the day to go to Raleigh to the nearest Navy Federal to deposit the proceeds from the sale of our first home because the check was too large to deposit electronically. We were high on life! This was it. We could really begin living now, since we would each start with a clean slate and be debt free, except for the mortgage and our two car payments. We only kept the car payments to keep the credit score high.

Three years ago today, we walked over to lunch at Red Robin after making our deposit, both of us without a care in the world. We talked over lunch about what we wanted in a pool, dreamt about the coming nights in the spa we were planning on and long summer afternoons relaxing in the pool. We talked about upgrades we might want to make to the house in the future, and our future in Virginia.

Three years ago today, life was good – really good. Now I know that maybe it was too good, but I didn’t know that then. If I had, we might have done things a little differently than we did. A couple of days after that sunny day, we sat down with his credit report and paid off all of his credit cards with balances, and he set about closing all of those accounts. He didn’t think he would ever have a credit score of 800 or above, but he trusted me to guide him because I did.

Three years ago today, we were only 26 days away from our world being knocked on its axis. Three years ago today, I never imagined that my husband would never get to see that pool and spa come to fruition, nor would we ever start dreaming of where to go after he retired from the Sheriff’s Office. I wish I could go back to that day – three years ago today! I wish I could have a do-over, just the one. That’s all I’d need. At least he would have been able to see his credit score hit 800 a month later…

I miss you, love…  

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