As so many things are these days. . .

The phrase Under Construction conjures up a lot of things. Work in Progress, Unfinished Business, Half-Baked. The ultimate in-complete-ness of our life. Are we ever finished? Are we ever Fully Constructed?

My husband Scott used to complain because his work was never finished. Just when he got a project done, there would be two others in the queue. When he grumbled, I would remind him that if the work were ever done, we would be out of business.

Such is life. We are never done. There are always more projects to complete, more people to see, more memories to make, and more days ahead.

Until there aren’t.

Death robs us of the feeling of accomplishment in a job well done. The celebration that comes at the end of a big project completed.

Such is death.

And yet, I can celebrate Scott’s life as one of accomplishment, completion and satisfaction. He raised two amazing, smart and beautiful daughters, Erin and Sarah, and helped to raise my two kids, Adam and Molly. And he welcomed my older stepdaughter Traci into our fold as well.

The spouses and significant others that came and went and the ones who stuck it out: Molly’s husband, Beau, Adam’s partner Corey, and our newest additions, Erin’s partner Kate and her son, Bear (otherwise known as Oliver.)

The grandchildren, our brilliant Noah, then more recently, Lyla and Wren, so beloved by me and also by Scott. They brought out a surprisingly playful side in him.

We contributed to a church and a neighborhood with our presence, our time and treasure. We built a business together. We struggled through the loss of parents and friends.

We enjoyed conversation and travel, music and laughing at late-night TV.

Our life together wasn’t finished, but it was full. And I will celebrate that every day.

Thanks, Honey. I miss you all the time.