Thirty one years ago today I married my best friend. The one I laughed with, lived with, loved. We had some ups and downs. Even our divorce didn't keep us apart. We were still best friends and a lot of people may not have understood that. We still celebrated our anniversary. And so it is my first one to celebrate without him.
He has gone on to wherever he was meant to go. I know that, I feel that, I accept that. And I miss him all the time. And I know he misses me.
The disease took a lot from us. But it is what it is. He didn't ask for it, although he did continue to make choices that were not beneficial to anything. And we all paid the price for that. He was not perfect. He was a man. And I loved him dearly.
Light and love Dave, till we meet again. Thanks for the memories and the strengths that you gave me.
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