August 23, 1969 … the hot, humid, rainy day Vern and I married in Adrian, Michigan after a magical 11 week courtship. This year would have been our 49th. Oh if he were only still here.
my birthday today. Miserable. Been 3.5 years, I feel like it was last week. Holidays are hard.
Today would have been my husband Darrell's 55th birthday, had he not died three years ago. I was looking forward to his 55th, his first official birthday as a "senior citizen" and I had plans to take him all over town and claim our senior discounts on snacks and things like that. His last birthday that we celebrated together was his 51st, but of course it is still a bittersweet day that I think of him each year and always will. I was fortunate to have been married to a wonderful man for 25 years and I will never forget.
Today is our anniversary. We met on August 6, 1999 and were married on August 6, 2009. Mark passed away on August 16, 2015. This is the first August since he died that I haven't felt overcome by dread and grief. He was a great guy and I still miss him everyday but it feels good to be healing.