Today is our 32nd Anniversary, the second one since he died. I'm not such a crying fool this year. Last year's anniversary was quite traumatic, the first in which he wasn't here to celebrate. I got through it with the help of friends, especially Tom and Donna. I've made no special plans; just don't know what to do. I fondly remember our anniversary trip two years ago, his last one in which he was able to see his family. We actually spent the day flying back to Detroit; Eileen and John picked us up, then we went to Miller's Bar in Dearborn and met up with Sandie and Ray. When we arrived back at the house, Sandie had an anniversary cake awaiting on the dining room table. It was a very special anniversary, even though in my heart at the time, I knew it would be the last one with his presence. And unfortunately, I was right.
Whew, just writing about this brought on a huge crying spell. So much for 'not being the crying fool' huh? Haven't had one like that in a while; guess I needed it. Losing the love of your life isn't easy. I wished him "happy anniversary" when I first got up this morning; did the same thing publicly on Facebook a while ago too. I miss his daily presence; I still talk to him all the time. And here's a topical reference: I feel like Clint Eastwood talking to an empty chair. But I usually talk to his photo, not his chair—the photo taken of us on our 30th by his nephew John.
