Every now and again, I’ll think of a question I have about Shannon for Steve. They just pop into my head, and I’m hoping he’ll have an answer. The amount at which we share a life, she and I, is enormous. Married to the same man, raising the same children (I’ve added Parker to the mix, of course). I have so many questions for her, many of which Steve can’t answer. When times get tough with Jordan, I’ve asked Steve, “What would Shannon do here?” I’ve wondered what her dreams were and whether she yelled a lot or was a calm mother. Was she into health food? Was she shy and reserved or outgoing? Did she struggle with her faith too? What did her last days look like? Was she scared?
I’ve thought about that a lot. Everyone’s got something. Big, small, something.