19 year today.
I forgot. Sometime last week I had remembered – but this morning I woke up and the date didn’t register.
Until I looked at my phone and saw the memories.
I tried to put it out of my mind… my husband was laying in bed with me, getting all frisky, and I wanted to get frisky as well.
Except he’s sometimes incredibly perceptive and asked what was wrong.
I’m like.. yah… I’m fine… and tried to kiss him… and then he asked again…and there, in the middle of getting frisky with my new husband, I’m crying over the dead one.
Did I mention how amazing my Sexxy Chef is?
He held me close. Loved me. Let me cry.
And I spent the day in and out of tears and sadness.
But he let me cry. He loved me. He held me while I cried over my dead husband.
Truth is… I’ll never stop loving or missing the dead guy. I’ll never stop missing him or wishing he’d not died.
Especially on days like today.
Happy (would have been) 19th Anniversary my love. You will always have a piece of my heart. I will love you as long as I live. Thank you for loving me and allowing me to be your happily ever after, until death do us part.