Love In The ER

April 2012 was absolutely amazing.

Tim prepared me a love letter that he distributed over a three-day period.

Not a note. Not a card. A love letter.

A full-bodied declaration.

He detailed how he felt about me. His thoughts of me. His understanding of me. He named everything — from the inside out, from crown to soul.

And then April 2013 came.

When he passed, April passed with him.

Every year after that, my anxiety rose as I waited for those thirty dark days to hurry up and be over.

It was the April Doom.

For years, April did not arrive gently.

It arrived with memory. With grief. With warning signs. With emotional weather I had learned to brace for.

But thirteen years later…

it’s gone.

I expected it. I prepared for it. I opened the door to greet it.

But it just kept passing me by.

Love has been in the ER for a long time, gasping for air, strapped to an emotional roller coaster, waiting to know if she would survive herself.

But she got her discharge papers.

She good now.

Today is May 1, 2026, and April has already been the best month of the year.

Not because nothing happened.

But because what happened did not destroy me.

Not because grief forgot my address.

But because healing finally changed the locks.

April used to be proof of what I lost.

Now April is proof of what lived.

What endured. What evolved. What resurrected.

The April Doom is over.

Love walked out of the ER with her voice back, her peace intact, and her name still holy.

– McQueen

Choose Accordingly.